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SONG  EVANGEL: 

(WORDS    ONLY.) 


A  CHOICE  COLLECTION  OP 


HYMNS, 


FOR  PR  A  YER  MEETINGS,  SABBA  TH  SCHOOLS, 
CHURCH  SERVICE,    AND  "  TIMES 

OF  refreshing:* 


EDITED  BY 

Rev.  EDWARD  PAYSON  HAMMOND, 


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Published  by 

BIGLO^V\r    &    MAIN, 

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Copyright,  1875,  by  Biglow  &  Main. 


THE  SONG  EVANGEL, 


With  music,  has  been  extensively  used  in  Sabbath 
Schools,  Churches,  Prayer  Meetings,  Evangelistic 
Services,  and  around  the  family  altar,  in  all  parts  of 
the  country. 

In  order  that  it  may  find  even  a  wider  field  of 
usefulness,  it  is  now  issued  in  a  cheaper  form,  with 
an  addition  of  popular  Hymns,  new  and  old,  for  . 
prayer  and  experience  meetings. 

Being  adapted  to  those  of  all  ages,  it  is  our 

earnest  desire  that  this  "Gospel  in  Song"  may  1)6 

blessed  by  the  Spirit  of  God,  in  leading  thousands  to 

love  Him  "  Who  loved  us,  and  gave  Himself  for 

us.^' 

E.  P.  H. 

Vernon,  Conn.,  Nov.,  1875. 


HYMNS 

OF 

Song  Evangel. 


No.  1 .      Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  3. 

SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us. 
Much  we  need  Thy  teiid'rest  care; 
In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare. 

j|:  Blessed  Jes'us,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are.  :|j 

2  We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way ; 
Keep  Thy  fiock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 
«  Blessed  Jesus, 

Hear,  O  hear  us,  when  we  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be, 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  Thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor. 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill.  ^ 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

Dorothy  Tiirupp. 

^  2.  The  cleansing  "Wave. 

Tune — >S'.  E.,  page  4. 

OH,  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave, 
Tiie  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  mighty  to  save, 
Points  to  His  wounded  side. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Cho. — The  cleansing  stream,  I  see,  I  see  ! 
I  plunge,  and  oh,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me ! 
It  cleanseth  me,  yes.  cleanseth  me! 

2  I  see  the  new  creation  rise 

I  hear  the  speaking  blood  , 
It  speaks  !  polluted  nature  dies  I 
Sinks !  'neath  the  cleansing  flood. 

3  I  rise  to  walk  hi  heaven's  own  light,  \ 

Above  the  world  and  sni,  ' 

With  heart  made  pure,  and  garments  white, 
And  Christ  enthron'd  within. 

4  Amazing  grace  !  'tis  heaven  below 

To  feel  the  blood  applied  , 
And  Jesus,  only  Jesus  know, 
My  Jesua  crucified. 

Mrs.  rho5be  Palmer. 

3.  Look!  look  to  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  5. 

LOOK!  look  to  Jesus! 
^  In  yonder  garden  see  ! 
He's  bleeding  tliere  for  thee, 
Look  !  look  to  Jesus. 

2  Look !  look  to  Jesus !  ^ 

In  Pilate's  judgment  hall ! 
For  thee  He  suffered  al. 
Look  !  look  to  Jesus. 

3  Look !  look  to  Jesus ! 

Upon  the  cruel  tree  : 
He  groaned  and  died  for  thee^ 

Look  !  look  to  Jesus 
•    4  Look  1  look  to  Jesus  ! 

Behold  a  Fountain  free. 
Is  open  there  for  thee 

Look  !  look  to  Jesus 

5  Look  !  look  to  Jesus 

"  Fathek,' '  he  cries.  "  FORGIVE,* 
Then  turn  to  Him  and  live, 
Look !  look  to  Jesus. 

6  Look  I  look  to  Jesus  : 

For  tliee  He  intercedes, 
His  b  lood  for  thee  now  pleads ! 
Look  !  look  to  Jesus. 

7  Look  !  look  to  Jesus 

He's  calling  now  for  thee , 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


"  Poor  sinner^  loolc  to  3/6," 
Look  !  look  to  Jesus. 
8  Look !  look  to  Jesus ! 

If  thou  wouldst  live  above  j 
Where  all  is  peace  and  love, 
Look  !  look  to  Jesus. 

E.  P.  H.  1873. 

4.  Looking  off  unto  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  84. 

OEYES  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore, 
Look  off  unto  Jesus,  and  sorrow  no  more  ; 
The  light  of  His  countenance  shineth  so  bright, 
That  on  earth,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no  night. 

2  "  Looking  off  unto  Jesus,"  my  eyes  cannot  see, 
The  troubles  and  dangers  that  throng  around  me : 
They  cannot  be  blinded  with  sorrowful  tears, 
Tliey  cannot  be  shadowed  with  unbelief- fears. 

3  "  Looking  off  unto  Jesus,"  I  go  not  astray  ; 

My  eyes  are  on  Him,  and  He  shows  me  the  way; 
The  path  may  seem  dark,  as  he  leads  me  along. 
But  following  Jesus,  I  cannot  go  wrong. 

4  "  Looking  off  unto  Jesus,"  my  heart  cannot  fear, 
Its  trembling  is  still  when  I  see  Jesus  near  ; 

I  know  that  His  power  my  safeguard  will  be, 
"  For  why  are  ye  troubled  f  he  saitb  unto  me. 

5  "  Looking  off  unto  Jesus,"  oh  !  may  I  be  found, 
When  the  waters  of  Jordan  encompass  me  round ; 
Let  them  bear  me  away  in  His  presence  to  be  : — 
'Tis  but  seeing  Him  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

G  Then,  then  I  shall  know  the  full  beauty  and  grace 
Of  Jesas,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  face  \o  face  ; 
I  shall  know  how  His  love  went  before  me  each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever  my  eyes  turned  away  ! 

Anon. 

5.  Jesus  lifted  up. 

—^  Tune — S.  E.,  page  6. 

DEAR  Jesus  we  would  look  to  Thee, 
Upon  the  lifted  cross  ; 
We  pray  that  Thou  would'st  lielp  us  see 
II:  Our  righteousness  as  dross.  :1! 
Cho. — We  pray  that  Thou  would'st  help  us  eee. 

Our  righteousness  as  dross. 
2  Thy  work,  dear  Lord,  and  Tiiine  jilone, 
\Ve  make  our  only  plea; 


HYMNS  OF  SO  NO  EVANGEL. 


It  only  can  for  guilt  atone, 
And  set  the  sinner  free. 

3  Thy  work,  alas !  we  iie'er  can  tell. 

Its  depths  of  agony  ; 
When  Thou  didst  rescue  us  from  hell, 
Upon  the  blood-stained  tree. 

4  In  triumph  then  Thou  didst  proclaim, 

Salvation's  work-complete ; 
Before  our  God  we  plead  Thy  name, 
*'  'Tis  Finished,"  we  repeat. 

E.  P.  H.  1873. 

6.  0  precious  blood. 

^  Tune—S.  E.,  page  6. 

0  PRECIOUS  blood,  O  glorious  death, 
By  which  the  sinner  lives ! 
When  stung  with  sin,  this  blood  we  view, 
And  all  our  joy  revives.     Cho. — And  all,  &c. 

2  The  blood  that  purchased  our  release, 

And  washes  out  our  stains, 
We  challenge,  earth  and  hell  to  show 
A  sin  it  cannot  cleanse. 

3  Our  scarlet  crimes  are  made  as  wool, 

And  we  brought  nigh  to  God  ; 
Thanks  to  that  wrath-appeasing  death, 
That  heaven-procuring  blood. 

4  The  blood  that  makes  His  glorious  church 

From  every  blemish  free  ; 
And  oh  !  the  riches  of  His  love, 
He  pour'd  it  out  for  me. 

5  Guilty  and  worthless  as  I  am. 

It  all  for  me  was  given ; 
And  boldness  through  His  blood  I  have 
To  enter  into  heaven. 

6  Thither  in  my  great  Suretyjs  right 

I  surely  shall  be  brought*; 
He  could  not  agonize  in  vain. 
Nor  spend  His  strength  for  nought. 

A,  M,  Toplady,  1777. 

7.  Over  there. 

Tune-^S.  E.,  page  7. 

I  HAVE  lieard  of  a  place  over  there, 
Where  Jesus,  my  Saviour  doth  reign  ; 
There  will  be  no  more  death,  over  there, 
Neither  sighing,  nor  sorrow,  nor  pain. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Cho. — O,  I  have  a  home  over  there,  over  there, 
Where  Jesus  my  Saviour  doth  i-eign, 
'Tis  a  heautiful  place  over  there,  over  there, 
over  there. 

2  I  have  friends  that  have  gone  over  there, 

And  I  liope  to  rejoin  them  again  ; 
How  delighted  to  meet  over  there, 
And  with  loved  ones  forever  remain. 

3  There  are  angels  that  sing  over  there — 

How  pleasant  their  singing  must  be ; 
There  are  crowns  for  the  faithful  to  wear, 
And  I  trust  there's  a  bright  one  for  me. 

4  There  are  mansions  for  all  over  there, 

For  the  poor  and  the  homeless  below  ; 
There  is  room  for  the  world  over  there, 
And  my  Saviour  invites  all  to  go. 

Rev.  E.  Watson. 

8.  Accepting  Jesus. 

Tuns—S.  E.,  page  8. 

WHAT  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 
The  Christ  who  may  be  mine 
Accept  him  as  my  Saviour, 
Or  spurn  the  gift  divine  ? 
His  only  Son  God  gave  me — 

I  mast,  I  do  decide  ; 
And  Christ  I  take  to  save  me, 
Or  Christ  is  now  denied. 

Cho,—"  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ?" 
I'll  give  my  heart  to  Jesus  ! 
Upon  the  tree  of  Calvary 
He  gave  his  life  for  me. 

2  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  precious  Lamb  of  God  ? 
I  cast  my  soul  upon  him — 

He  bathes  it  in  His  blood  ; 
I'll  gratefully  confess  Him 

Before  the  vile  and  just ; 
My  ransom'd  po\y'rs  shall  bless  Him, 

My  sure  and  only  trust. 

3  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

For  Him  the  cross  I'll  take ; 
All  earthly  losses  suffer, 
Ere  1  tliC;  Lord  forsake. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


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In  scenes  of  joy  and  sighing 

His  love  shall  be  the  same ; 
While  living  and  in  dying, 

I'll  glory  in  His  name 
4  What  now  I  do  with  Jesus, 

When  this  brief  life  is  past, 
With  me  will  be  remembered 

Before  His  bar  at  last. 
He  will  not  then  disown  me 

With  those  who  hate  and  scoff; 
At  His  right  hand  He'Jl  crown  me — 

He  will  not  cast  me  off. 

S.  D.  Phelps,  V.  D, 

9.  He  leadeth  me. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  9. 

[E  leadeth  me !   O,  blessed  thought, 
O,  words  with  heav'nly  comfort  fraught^ 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 
RiiF. — He  leadeth  me  !  He  leadeth  me ! 
By  His  own  hand  He  leadetli  me; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  His  hand  He  leadeth  me. 

2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 
Still  'tis  His  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  Thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  Thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  thro'  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

Eev.  Jos,  H.  Gilmore,  1861. 

1 0.  My  soul  takes  delight. 

Tune — *S'.  E.,  page  10. 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 
On  whom,  in  affliction,  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
2  Where  dost  Thou  at  noontide  resort  with  Thy  shee-^ 
To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love  ? 


B'TMlVi^  OF  SOMG  EVANGEL. 


For  wliy  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  1 

3  O,  why  slioiild  I  wander,  an  alien  from  Thee> 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Tliy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  His  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  His  breath. 

5  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

To  water  the  gardens  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  thft  gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  His  tace. 

6  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice. 

And  myriads  wait  for  His  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with  His  voice. 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

Josepli  Swain,  1797. 

11.  Sweet  Story. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  10. 

I  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  He  called  little  dhildren  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head,— 

His  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when  He  said. 
*'  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  His  foot-stool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love-; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above. 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  has  gone  to  prepare. 

For  all  who  are  washred  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
*'  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

Miss  Jemima  Thompson-Luke, 

12.  "We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  11. 

OLAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh. 
When  will  I  he  moment  come. 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by. 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home. 


10  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANG:SL. 


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Cho. — We'll  wait  till  Jesus  cornea, 
We'll  wait  till  Jcsiis  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes. 
And  we'll  be  gather'd  home. 

2  To  Jesus  Christ  I'll  flee  for  rest ; 

He  bids  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  His  breast, 
Till  He  conducts  me  home. 

3  I'll  seek  at  once  my  Saviour's  side, 

No  more  my  steps  shall  roam  ; 
With  Him  I'll  brave  life's  stormy  tide, 
And  reach  my  heaveifly  home. 

Elizabeth  Mills,  1829, 

13  0  Blessed  Peet  of  Jesus. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  12. 
BLESSED  feet  of  Jesus, 
Weary  with  seeking  me  ! 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment, 
And  intercede  for  me. 
Cho. — Intercede  for  me,  my  Saviour, 
O  intercede  for  me, 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment, 
And  intercede  for  me. 

2  O  knees  which  bent  in  anguish, 
In  dark  Gethsemane, 

Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory, 
And  intercede  for  me. 
Clio. — Intercede  for  me,  mj  Saviour, 
O  intercede  for  me. 
Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory 
And  intercede  for  me. 

3  O  hands  that  were  extended 
Upon  that  aw  fed  tree ! 

Hold  up  those  precious  nail-prints 
Which  intercede  for  me. 

4  O  side  from  whence  the  speat-point 
Brought  blood  and  water  free  ! 

For  healing  and  for  cleansing  ! 
Still  intercede  for  me. 

5  O  head  so  deeply  pierced 
With  thorns  which  sharpest  be, 

Bend  low  before  Thy  Father, 
And  intercede  for  me. 

6  O  sacred  heart !  such  sorrowa 
The  world  mav  never  see 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Ae  that  which  gave  Thee  warrant 
To  intercede  for  me. 

7  O  body  scarred  ond  wounded, 

My  saoritice  to  be  ! 
Present  Thy  perfect  ofTerin^, 
And  intercede  for  me. 

8  O  loving,  risen  Saviour, 

From  death  and  eorrow  free ; 
Though  throned  in  endless  glory,  r 
Still  intercede  for  me. 

Miss  M.  E.  WinsUm, 

14.  Praise  the  Lord. 

Tune— S.E.,  page  1^. 

PRAISE  the  Lord,  He's  pardoned  me, 
From  my  load  of  sin  I'm  free, 
Now  my  Saviour  I  can  see  ; 
Praise  the  Lord. 

Cho.— Glory,  Hallelujah ! 

Praise  Him,  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 
I'o  the  Lamb. 

2  Wondrous  is  the  Father's  love, 
Wondrous  is  the  Saviour's  love. 
Wondrous  is  the  Spirit's  love; 

Praise  the  Lord. 

3  Oh,  what  love  was  that  which  led 
God,  the  Victim's  blood  to  shed. 
That  we  might  be  free  from  dread  ; 

Praise  the  Lord. 

4  Jesus'  love  no  tongue  can  tell ! 
He  has  rescued  us  from  hell ; 

All  our  fears  He  now  doth  quell ; 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

5  With  what  love  the  Spirit  wins 
Stubborn  souls  from  deatli  and  sin, 
Helps  us  to  believe  in  Him. 

For  us  slain. 

6  Help  me  now  to  Jesus  cling. 

Till  thro'  heaven's  high  arches  ring 
Loud  hosannas  to  our  King  ; 
Praise  the  Lord. 

E.  P.  H. 


12  HYMNS  OF  SOiYG  EVANGEL,  \ 


1 5.  Worthy  is  the  Lamb. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  13.      ' 

WORTHY,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
That  was  slain. 

2  Sons  of  morning,  sing  his  praise, 
In  the  noblest  strains  you  raise, 
JV^an's  redemption  claims  your  lays  ; 

.     Praise  the  Lamb. 

3  Christ  has  come  in  very  deed, 

.    Born  to  bruise  the  serpent's  head ; 
Sinner,  he's  the  Friend  y#u  need  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

4  See  in  sad  Gethseraane, 
See,  on  tragic  Calvary, 
Sinner,  see  His  love  to  thee  ; 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

5  Strike  the  stoutest  sinner  through, 
Force  the  cry,  "  what  shall  Idof' 
Let  him  weep  till  born  anew  ; 

Blessed  Lamb. 
G  Penitent,  dry  up  your  tears, 
God  hath  heard  believing  prayers, 
He  forgives  you  when  He  hears 
His  dear  Lamb. 

1 6.  Jesus  on  the  Gross. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  14. 
[ERE  it  was  the  Lord  of  glory 


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At  Golgotha  died  for  me, 
Here  I  read  the  wondrous  story 
Of  His  death  to  set  me  free.  * 

2  Here  His  hands  and  feet  all  bleeding, 

Fast  were  nailed  unto  the  cross  ^ 
Here  His  wounds  for  me  were  pleading. 
When  my  gain  was  all  His  loss. 

3  Here  by  God  He  was  forsaken, 

When  He  took  the  sinner's  place ; 
For  His  sake  I  now  am  taken 
Into  favor  under  grace. 

4  Here  the  sword  of  justice  slew  Him, 

That  I  might  be  justified  ; 
Praise  the  Lord  I  ever  knew  Him, 
That  foi'  me  He  bled  and  died. 


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5  Blessed  Jesus,  I  will  love  Thee, 
Love  Thee  till  my  latest  breath  ; 
And  iu  heaven  I  will  adore  Thee, 
When  these  eyes  are  closed  in  death. 

E.  F.  H.  1866, 

17.  Doxology. 

Tune— S.  E., page  li. 

f  AY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour,  , 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spiiit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

J,  Newton, 

18.  To  Day. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  14:. 
^0-DAY  the  Saviour  ctilla  : 
Ye  wand'rers  come  ; 
O,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  1 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  » 

O,  listen  now : 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls: 

For  refuge  fly : 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day : 

Yield  to  His  power ; 
Oh,  grieve  Him  not  away  ; 
Tis  mercy's  hour. 

Rev,  S.  F,  Smith,  1831. 

19.  At  the  Door. 

Tune—S.  E.^  page  15. 

THE  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many, 
The  sins  of  my  heart  are  more, 
And  I  scarce  can  see  for  weeping, 
But  I  knock  at  the  open  door. 
Cho. — I  know  I  am  weak  and  sinful. 

It  comes  to  me  more  and  more ; 
But  when  the  dear  Saviour  shall  bid  me  come  in, 
rU  enter  that  open  door. 
2  I  am  lowest  of  those  who  love  Him, 
I  am  lowest  of  those  wlio  pray  ; 
But  I  come  as  He  has  bidden, 
And  He  will  not  say  me  nay. 


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3  Mv  mistakes  His  free  grace  will  cover, 

My  sins  He  will  wash  away, 
And  the  feet  that  shrink ^nd  falter 
Shall  walk  thro'  the  gate  of  day. 

4  The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many, 
-    And  my  spirit  is  sick  with  sin. 
And  I  scarce  can  see  for  weeping, — 

But  the  Saviour  will  let  me  in. 

Una  Locke. 

20.  None  but  Jesus. 

Tune — >S^.  E.,  page  16. 

WEEPING  will  not  save  me— 
Tho'  my  face  were  bath'd  in  tears, 
That  could  not  allay  my  fears, 
Could  not  wash  the  sins  of  years, 
Weeping  will  not  save  me. 
Cho. — Jesus  wept  and  died  for  me  ; 
Jesus  suffered  on  the  tree ; 
Jesus  waits  to  make  me  free ; 
He  alone  can  save  me. 

2  Working  will  not  save  me — 
Purest  deeds  that  1  can  do, 
Holiest  thought  and  feelings  too, 
Cannot  form  my  soul  anew, 

Working  will  not  saA^e  me. 

3  Waiting  will  not  save  me — 
Helpless,  guilty,  lost,  I  lie ; 
In  my  ear  is  mercy's  cry  ; 
If  I  wait  I  can  but  die — 

Waiting  will  not  save  me. 

4  Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me — 
Let  me  trust  Thy  weeping  Son  I 
Trust  the  work  that  He  has  done ; 
To  His  arms,  Lord,  heln  me  run — 

Faith  in  Christ  will  save  me. 

Eev.  R.  Lovjry 

21.  Almost  Persuaded. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  17. 

66  A  LMOST  persuaded"  now  to  believe  ; 
jt\.  "  Almost  persuaded  "  Christ  to  receive. 
Seems  now  some  soul  to  say, 
"  Go,  spirit,  go  thy  way, 
Some  more  convenient  day, 
On  Thee  I'll  call." 
2  *'  Almost  persuaded,"  come,  come  to-day  • 
''  Alii'i'^st  persuaded,"  turn  not  away. 


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Jesus  invites  you  here, 
Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Pray'rs  rise  from  hearts  so  dear  ; 
O,  wand'rer  come.! 

3  **  Almost  persuaded,"  harvest  is  past ; 
"  Almost  persuaded,"  doom  comes  at  last ! 
"  Almost"  cannot  uvail ; 
*'  Almost"  is  but  to  tail ! 
Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail— 
"  Almost,  hut  lost  /" 

P.  P.  Bliss, 

22.  Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me. 

Tune — >S^.  E.,  page  58. 

JESUS,  Saviour,  pity  me. 
Hear  me  when  I  cry  to  Thee, 
IVe  a  very  wicked  heart, 
Full  of  sin  in  every  part. 
Cho. — Dear  Jesus,  hear  me, 
Dear  Jesus,  hear  me, 
Dear  Jesus,  hear  me. 
Oh,  listen  to  my  prayer. 

2  I  can  wever  make  it  good, 

Wilt  Thou  wash  me  in  Thy  blood ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me, 
Heiir  me  when  I  pray  to  Thee. 

3  When  I  try  to  do  Thy  will. 
Sin  is  in  my  bosom  still. 
And  I  soon  do  something  bad ; 
Then  my  heart  is  dark  tind  sad. 

4  Now  I  come  to  Thee  for  aid. 
All  my  hope  on  Thee  is  stayed  ; 
Thou  hast  bled  aild  died  for  me, 
I  will  give  myself  to  Thee. 

23.  Loving  kindness. 

Twie— S.  E.,  page  18. 


E.  P.  H. 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Eedeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 

Clio. — His  loving  kindness,  Loving  kindjiess, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  lunv  tVco. 

*2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 


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He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  O,  how  great. 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong!^ 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood. 
His  loving- kindness,  O  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart. 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  Him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving- kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  ail  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving- kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  that  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surpf ise. 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Samuel  Medley^  1787, 

24.  Thou  Hidden  Love  of  God. 

Tune—S.  E.,paje  19. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height. 
Whose  depth  unfathom'd  no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  fdv  Thy  beauteous  light, 
And  inly  sigh  for  Thy  repose  , 
!|:  My  heart  is  pain'd,  ^or  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  finds  rest  in  Thee.  :ii 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun 

That  strives  with  Thee  my  heart  to  share  1 
Oh,  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone. 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there. 

II :  Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free 
When  it  has  found  repose  in  Thee.  :\\ 

3  Oh,  hide  this  self  from  me,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me  may  liv^^; 
My  vile  aifections  mortify. 

Nor  let  one  darling  sin  survive. 

II:  In  all  things  nothing  may  I  see; 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  Thee. :  || 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  JSVANGEL.  I7 

4  Each  moment  calls  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  which  lowly  waits  Thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  iiimoat  soiil  and  say, 

"  I  am  thy  life,  thy  God,  thy  all." 
B:  To  knowThy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
To  feel  Thy  love,  be  ail  my  choice.  :ll 

Tr.  by  John  Wesley,  1739. 

25.  Power  of  Prayer. 

Tune — *S^.  E.,page  19. 

JESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
Tiiere  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat, 
Where'er  they  seek  Tliee,  Thou  art  found. 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground, 
For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humblest  mind  ; 
Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

2  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  strengthen  fViith,  and  banish  care,— 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise. 
And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 
Lord,  we  are  weak,  but  Thou  art  near, 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear  ; 
O,  rend  the  heavens,  conjie  quickly  down, 
And  make  the  sinner's  heart  Thin'e  own. 

Wm.  Cowper 

'  26,  .  Dennis, 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  20. 

I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  * 

The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  ; 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  a[)ple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  woe. 
Let  every  joy  this  heai-t  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erilow. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy, 

I  prize  her  lieavenly  ways; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

T.  Divrght,  1800. 


18  MYMJSfS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


27.  The  Accepted  Time. 

Tune-  S.  E.,  page  20. 

NOW  is  the  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, — 
Then  why  should  you  delay. 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise  in  His  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  Thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  lly, 
,  *^  And  bear  the  news  above. 

Jo/m  JDobell,  1806. 

28.  The  Blood. 


I 


Tune—S.  E.,  page  20. 
HEAR  the  words  of  Love, 


I  gaze  upon  the  blood, 
I  see  the  mighty  sacrifice, 
And  I  have  peace  with  God. 

2  'Tis  everlasting  peace ! 

Sure  as  Jehovah's  name, 
'Tis  stable  as  His  steadfast  throne, 
For  evermore  the  same. 

3  That  which  can  shake  the  Cross, 

May  shake  the  peace  it  gave ; 
Which  tells  me  Christ  has  never  died, 

Or  never  left  the  grave ! 
1  Till  then  my  peace  is  sure, 

It  will  not,  cannot  yield  ; 
Jesus  I  know,  has  died  and  lives — 

On  this  firm  rock  I  build. 

29.  Praise  is   comely. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  20.  ' 

SWEET  is  the  work,  OLord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing , 
To  praise  Thy  name,  and  hear  Thy  word: 
And  grateful  off 'rings  bring. 


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2  Sweet  at  tbe  dawning  light, 

Tiiy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet  on  the  day  of  rest, 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  best, 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given. 
That  snch  may  be  our  best  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

Harriet  AubcTj  1829. 

30.  Title  Clear. 

Tune— JS.  E.,  page  21. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  Avipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
Cho. — We  will  stand  (  stand  the  storm  )  the  storm, 
( It  will  not  be  very  long,) 
We  will  anchor  by  and  by ; 
We  will  stand  (  stand  the  storm )  the  storm 
( It  will  not  be  very  long,) 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 

2  Should  earth  agciinst  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled ; 

Yet  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fail ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
r  And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

3 1 .  The  Valley  of  Blessing 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  22. 

I  HAVE  entered  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 
And  Jesus  abides  with  me  th(3re  ; 
And  His  Spirit  and  blood  make  my  cleaiiding  complbte, 
And  His  perfect  lovecasteth  oat  fear. 


20  BTMNS  01  SONG  E  VANGEL. 


Cho. — Oh,  come  to  thia  valley  of  blesgiiig  so  sweet, 
Where  Jesus  will  fulness  bestow, — 
Oh,  believe,  and  receive,  and  confess  Him, 
That  all  His  salvation  may  know. 

2  There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 

And  plenty  the  land  doth  impart ; 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary -worn  traveler's  feet. 
And  joy  for  the  sorrowing  heart. 

3  There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 

Such  as  none  but  the  blood-washed  may  feel ; 
When  heaven  comes  down  redeemed  spirits  to  greet, 
And  Christ  sets  His  covenant  seal. 

4  There's  a  song  in  the  valley  of  blessing,  so  sweet 

That  angels  would  fain  join  the  strain. 
As,  with  rapturou-s  praises,  we  bow  at  His  feet, 
Crying,  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain." 

A  nnie  I  Vittenmyer. 

32.        ^     Thy  heart  with  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  23. 

GO,  leave  thy  heart  with  Jesus, 
And  tell  Him  all  thy  care  ; 
Go  seek  a  throne  of  mercy, 
And  find  a  refage  there  ; 
Tho'  dim  with  tears  of  sorrow  r 

Thy  weary  eyes  may  be, 
Look  up  and  trust  in  Jesus, 
Who  bore  the  cross  for  thee. 

2  Go,  leave  thy  sins  with  Jesus, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ; 
Whose  precious  blood  has  cancell'd 

The  debt  thou  could'st  not  pay. 
Thv  faith  must  bring  the  blessing 

Of  peace  and  pardon  free. 
Look  up  and  trust  in  Jesus, 

Who  bore  the  cross  for  thee. 

3  Go,  leave  thy  fears  with  Jesus, 

Thy  hopes,  thy  love,  thy  all; 
And  then  in  calm  submission 

Await  Thy  Father's  call ; 
Wlien  angels  hover  round  thee, 

And  earthly  scenes  decay, 
O  lean  thy  head  on  Jesus, 

And  breathe  thy  life  away. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby-,  1869. 


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33.  Safe  within  the  Vail. 

I  Tune — S.  E.,  page  24. 

^  ^^  T  ^^^  ahead  !"  Its  fruits  are  waviiig 

JLi  O'er  the  hills  of  fadeless  green  ; 
And  the  livin<<  waters  laving 
Shores  where  heav'nly  forms  are  seen. 
Cho. — Rocks  and  storms  I'll  fear  no  more, 
When  on  that  eternal  shore  ; 
Drop  the  anchor  !  Furl  the  sail ! 
I  am  safe  within  the  vail ! 

2  Onward,  bark  ^  the  cape  I'm  rounding ; 

See  the  blessed  wave  their  hands  ;  ♦ 

Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 
From  the  bright  immortal  bands. 

3  There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 

On  this  calm  and  silv'ry  bay  ; 
Seaward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding, 
Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. 

4  Now  we're  safe  from  all  temptation, 

All  the  storms  of  life  are  past ; 
Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 
We  are"  safe  at  home  at  last ' 

Rev.  E.  Adams, 

34.  0  Lord,  Thou  knowest. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  25. 

NO  one  knows  but  Jesus  how  sinful  I  have  been ; 
No  one  knows  but  Jesus  ail  my  heart  within  ; 
No  one  knows  but  Jesus  my  conflicts  day  by  day  ; 
No  one  like  Jesus  guideth  my  way. 
No  one  like  Jesus  temptation  can  feel ; 
No  one  like  Jesus  my  sorrow  can  heaL 
No  one  knows,  &c. 

2  No  one  knows  but  Jesus  how  oft  His  name  I  plead ; 
No  one  knows  but  Jesus  everything  I  need : 

No  one  knows  but  Jesus  how  humble  I  would  be; 

No  one  like  Jesus  care^h  forme. 

No  one  like  Jesus  will  comfort  and  cheer, 

Pity  my  weakness,  and  banish  my  fear. 

3  No  one  else  like  Jesus  so  ready  to  forgive  — 
Pledge  and  promise  broken  nearer  Him  to  live; 
No  one  knows  but  Jesus  the  secret  tears  that  fall ; 
No  one  like  Jesus  hears  when  I  call. 

No  one  bur,  Jesus  my  refuge  shall  be  ; 
No  one  will  love  me  so  dearly  as  He. 

Fanny  J.  Cro&by. 


22  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


:g. 


35.  Will  yon  meet  us? 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  26. 
f  AY,  Cliristiaiis,  will  you  meet  ns,  :|| 
^  On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

2  li:  By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you,  :'l 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

3  ||:  Say,  sinners,  will  you  meet  us,  :II 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

4  II:  Trusting  Jesus,  we  will  meet  you,  :!l 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

5  II:  Dear  children,  will  you  meet  us,  :ll 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  1 

6  '11:  With  our  Saviour's  help  we'll  meet  you,  :|I 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

7  II:  Dear  young  Converts,  will  you  meet  us,  :ll 

Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

8  II:  There  we'll  praise  our  blessed  Saviour,  :ll 

On  that  bright  blissful  shore. 

E.  P.  II. 

36.  "Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  26. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  He  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  that  we  can  give 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

37.  Keep  on  Praying. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  27. 


/.  Waits, 


LONGr  my  spirit  pined  in  sorrow, 
Watching,  waiting  all  in  vain ; 
Waiting  for  a  golden  morrow, 

Free  from  worldly  care  and  pain  j 
When  I  heard  a  sweet  voice  saying. 

In  the  accents  of  a  friend, 
Cheer  up,  brother,  "  keep  on  pmying,'* 
Keep  on  praying  to  the  end. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  23 


Cho. — When  our  wayward  thoughts  are  straying^ 
When  God's  mercy  seems  delaying, 
Then  in  faith  we'll  keep  on  praying, 
Keep  on  praying,  Keep  on  praying  to  the  end. 
3  Ye,  who  sigh  for  holy  pleasures, 
Ye,  who  mourn  your  load  of  sin, 
*'  Keep  on  praying,"  heavenly  treasures 

In  the  end  you're  sure  to  win  ; 

Wrestle  with  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Lay  your  troubles  at  His  feet. 

Plead  with  faith  in  Calvary's  siory, 

Till  your  joys  are  all  complete. 

3  How  the  angel  band  rejoices 

When  a  kneeling  mortal  prays  ; 
Hear  them  cry,  in  heavenly  voices, 

"  Keep  on  praying  "  all  your  days ; 
Pray  until  you  reach  fair  Canaan, 

Reach  the  pearly  gates  of  day, 
Then  your  bliss  shall  end  in  glory, 
And  shall  never  pass  away. 

Mrs,  M.  A,  Kidder, 

38.  Jesus  died  for  us. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  28. 
LAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
Cno. — Jesus  died  for  you, 
Jesus  died  for  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  died  for  all  mankind, 
Bles^  Grod.  salvation's  free. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  1 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in. 

When  Christ  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  His  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

/.  Watts,  1707. 


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24  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


39.  "Why  weepest  thou  ? 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  29. 
U  TXTHY  weepest  thou  ?  Wiiom  seekest  thou  T 

VV    O,  vvouldst  thou  see  our  Jesus  ? 
Behold  Him  ue^r,  He  marks  -each  tear, 

Our  blessed,  iovmg  Jesus. 
Eef. — O  belie v^e  Him  ;  O  receive  Him — 
There  is  none  like  Jesus  ; 
He  is  near  thee  ;  He  will  cheer  thee 
Only  trust  in  Jesus. 

2  Why^  weepest  thou.  And  seekest  thou, 

With  doubting  and  repining  ? 

O  lift  thine  eye !  Thou  shalt  descry 

His  raiment  near  thee,  shining. 

3  Believe  Him  now;  Receive  Him  now; 

Look  up,  witli  faith  and  meekness, 
To  Jesus'  blood,  Which  freely  flowed 
For  all  Thy  sin  and  weakness. 

4  Belie  vest  thou  ?  Cease  weeping  now — 

Thy  soul  He  will  deliver  ; 
The  Cross  He  bore ;  Our  sins  He  wore, 
And  nailed  them  there  forever. 

Mrs.  Annie  S,  Hawlcs^ 

40.  Battling  for  the  Lord. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  30. 
TE'VE  listed  in  a  holv  war, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ? 
Eternal  life,  our  guiding  star, 
Battling  for  the  Lord. 
Cho. — We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes. 
We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  then  well  rest  at  home, 

2  We've  girded  on  our  armor  bright. 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

Our  Captain's  word  our  strength  and  might, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

3  We'll  stand  like  heroes  on  the  field, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

And  in  His  strength  we'll  never  yield, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

4  Though  sin  and  death  our  way  oppose, 
.    Battling  for  the  Ijord  ! 

Through  grace  we'll  conquer  all  our  foes, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 


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5  And  when  our  glorious  war  is  o'er, 
Conqu'rors  through  the  Lord  ! 
We'll  sliout  salvation  evermore, 
Conquerors  through  the  Lord  ! 

Arr.  by  F.  J,  C, 

Trusting  in  Thee, 

Tune — S.  E.,page  31. 

I  AM  coming  to  the  cross : 
I'm  poor  and  weak  and  blind ; 
I'm  counting  all  but  dross; 
I  shall  full  salvation  find. 
Cho. — I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee; 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow  ; 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  Thee  ; 

Long  has  evil  reigned  within  ; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 
I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee, — 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store 
Soul  and  body  Thine  to  be, — 
Wholly  Thine — forever  more. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust ; 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied ; 
I  am  ]3rostrate  in  the  dust ; 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

5  Jesus  comes  !  He  fills  my  soul ! 

Perfected  in  love  I  am ; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole  ; 
Glory,  glory  to  tlie  Lamb. 

Rev.  Wm.  McDonald, 

Christ  all  and  in  All. 

Tune— S.E.,  page  dl. 

SAVIOUR  of  the  sin-sick  soul. 
Give. me  faith  to  make  me  whole  j 
Finish  Thy  great  work  of  grace, 
Cut  it  short  in  righteousness. 

2  Speak  the  second  time — Be  clean, 
Take  away  my  inbred  sin  ; 
Every  stumbling-block  remove, 
Cast  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  less  will  I  require; 
Nothing  more  can  I  desire ; 
None  but  Christ  to  me  be  given ; 
None  but  Christ  in  earth  or  heaven. 


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4  O  that  I  might  now  decrease  ; 
O  tluit  all  I  am  might  cease  ; 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all. 


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43.  Christ  is  All. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  31. 
PN  Thy  cross  is  all  my  plea, 
By  Thy  bonds  am  I  made  free, 
By  Thy  stripes  my  soul  is  healed, 
By  Thy  blood  my  pardon  sealed. 

2  By  that  cruel  crown  of  thorns. 
Holy  peace  my  brow  adorns ; 

By  those  mocking  taunts  and  fears, 
I  am  saved  from  shame  and  tears. 

3  Just,  by  Jesus  justified, 

When  beneath  my  sins  He  died  ! 
Righteous,  by  Thy  righteousness. 
Thine  own  robe  my  perfect  dress ! 

4  Perfect,  by  Thy  perfect  life  ; 
Peaceful,  by  Thy  holy  strife ; 
Pure,  by  Jesus  purified, 

Li  the  fountain  from  Thy  side. 

5  Holy,  by  Thy  holiness, 
Weary, 'by  Thy  weariness  : 
By  Thy  sorrow  I  may  sing  ; 

From  Thy  groans  my  pleasures  spring. 

6  Thou  wast  poor :  how  rich  am  I ! 
Thou  wast  homeless,  Jesu9,  why  ? 
Only  that  my  soul  might  share 
Mansions  here  and  mansions  there. 

7  By  Thy  rising  I  shall  rise, 

Death  must  yield  his  transient  prize  : 
Thine  ascension,  mine  shall  be  ! 
All  Thy  glory  I  shall  see  ! 

8  Cross  of  Clirist  here,  here  I  fall, 
Pleading  only,  Christ  is  all  ; 
This,  my   God,  my  Judge,  shall  be  ! 
At  thy  bar  my  only  jplea. 

44,  Come,  thou  Pount. 

Tune  S.  E.y  page  32. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing. 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songsof  loudest  praise. 


C,  Wesley, 


E.  P,  H, 


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Cho. — I  love  Jesus,  Hallelujah, 
I  love  Jesus,  yes  1  do, 
I  do  love  Jesus,  He's  my  Saviour, 
Jesus  smiles  and  loves  me  too. 

2  Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

3  OJ  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  Thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  "my  wandering  heart  to  Thee.  . 

4  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  tbe  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O,  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  Thy  courts  above. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson,  1758. 

45.  Eejoicing  in  Ohrist.    . 

Tune — ^S'.  E.,  page  32. 
HAVE  found  a  precious  Saviour, 
.  He  has  washed  my  sins  away ; 
Now  rejoicing  in  His  favor, 
I  am  happy  ail  the  day. 

2  Lost  in  sin,  I  wandered,  weary, 
Far  from  Jesus,  far  from  home 

Till  he  came  in  love  to  cheer  me. 
Sweetly  calling,  "  Wanderer  come ! " 

3  Pardon  full  and  free  he  offered,    ■ 
Showed  His  bleeding  hands  and  side, 

Told  me  how  for  me  He  suffered, 
For  my  sins  was  crucified. 

4  Then  my  heart  with  thanks  o'erflowing, 
Yielded  to  His  gracious  call ; 

At  His  feet  in  sorrow  bowing. 
Gave  to  Him  my  life,  my  all. 

Miss  Campbell,  Newark,  N.  J,  1864. 

3.  Eest  in  Thee. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  33. 
ILESSED  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
I  Thou  who  gav'st  Thyself  for  me, 
Leave  me  not  in  sin  to  wander. 
Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee. 
Rep.— Rest  in  Thee,  rest  in  Thee, 

Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee  ;  * 

Rest  in  Thee,  rest  in  Thee, 
Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee. 


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2  Hope  of  all  the  meek  and  lowly, 

Thou  my  hope  and  joy  shall  be ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee. 

3  Draw  me  from  each  sinful  striving  j 

From  myself  O  set  me  free  ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesus, 
Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee. 

4  Highest,  purest,  sweetest  pleasure, 

Shall  Thy  service  bring  to  me ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  Blessed  Jesas, 
Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  Thee. 

E,  Tumey,  D.D, 

ATif.  My  home  is  there. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  3i. 

^  BOVE  the  waves  of  earthly  strife, 
Above  the  ills  and  cares  oi  life. 
Where  all  is  peaceful,  bright  and  fair  ; 
My  home.is  there,  My  home  is  there. 
Cho. — My  beautiful  home.  My  beautiful  home, 

In  the  land  where  the  glorified  ever  shall  roam 
Where  angels  bright  Wear  crowns  of  light, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

2  Where  living  fountains  sweetly  flow, 
Where  birds  and  flowers  immortal  grow, 
Where  trees  their  fruit  celestial  bear, 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

3  Away  from  sorrow,  doubt  and  pain, 
Away  from  worldly  loss  and  gain, 
From  all  temptation,  fears  and  care  ; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

4  Beyond  the  bright  and  pearly  gates, 
Where  Jesus,  loving  Saviour,  waits, 
Where  all  is  peaceful,  bright  and  fair ; 
My  home  is  there,  my  home  is  there. 

Mrs.  M,  A,  Kidder. 

48.  Glory  to  the  Lamb. 

Tune—S.  E,,  page  35. 

THE  world  is  overcome 
By  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 
2  My  sins  are  washed  away 
In  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ! 
Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 


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3  I've  washed  my  garments  white, 
Through  the  blood  of  the  Lnmb  ; 

Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  I've  lost  the  fear  of  death, 
Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

5  The  martyrs  overcame, 
By  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

6  I  soon  shall  gain  the  skies, 
Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

Glory  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

49.  The  precious   Name. 

Tune—S.  E. ,  jpage  36. 

TAKE  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you, 
Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe- 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you, 
Take  it  then  where'er  you  go. 
Cho. — Precious  name,  O  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heav'n, 
Precious  name,  O  how  sweet  1 
Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heav'n. 

2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever 

As  a  shield  from  every  snare  ; 
If  temptations  'round  you  gather. 
Breathe  that  Holy  name  m  prayer. 

3  Oh,  the  precious  name  of  Jesus  ; 

How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy, 
When  His  loving  arms  receive  us, 
And  His  songs  our  tongues  employ  ! 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesus  bowing. 

Falling  prostrate  at  His  feet, 
King  of  kings  in  heav'n  we'll  crown  Him^ 
When  our  journey  is  complete. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Baxter* 

50.  I  need  Thee  every  hour. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  37. 

I  NEED  Tiiee  every  hour, 
Most  gracious  Lord ; 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 
Can  peace  afford. 
Ref.—  I  need  Thee,  oh  !  I  need  Thee ; 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee; 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour  I        i 
I  come  to  Thee. 


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2  I  need  Thee  every  hour ; 

Stay  Thou  n«ar  by ; 
Temptations  lose  their  pow'r 
When  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain  ; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain. 

4  I  need  Thee  every  hour.; 

Teach  me  Thy  will ; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfill. 

5  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One ; 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  indeed, 
Thou  blessed  Son. 

Mi's,  Annie  S»  Hawks, 

5 1 .  Help  and  relieve. 

Tune—S.  E.j  page  37. 

FATHER,  the  storm  is  Itigb, 
Dark  clouds  shut  out  the  sky ; 
Trembling  to  Thee  I  fly  : 
Comfort  and  save. 

2  Hark  to  the  tempest's  roar  ! 
Open  to  me  the  door ; 

My  confidence  restore : 
Comfort  and  save. 

3  O  God !  temptation's  nigh ; 
Sin  clouds  the  azure  sky. 
To  Thee  for  aid  I  iiy : 

Help  and  relieve. 

4  Hear,  Father !  hear  my  cry ; 
And  if T  live  or  die, 
Saviour,  be  ever  nigh : 

Help  and  relieve. 

a  E,  Pmd, 

52.  He  paid  tlie  debt. 

Tune—S.  E„  page  38. 

[Y  soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands, 
It  fears  no  more  the  law's  demands; 
The  smile  of  God  is  sweefe  within, 
Where  all  before  was  guilt  and  sin. 
Cho. — He  paid  the  debt  for  you, 
He  paid  the  debt  for  me  ; 
He  brings  the  captive  liberty ; 
His  truth  can  maKe  the  sinner  free ; 
His  blood  was  shed  for  you  and  me. 


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2  My  soul  at  rest  in  Jesus  lives, 
Accepts  the  peace  His  pardon  ,^ives ; 
Keceives  the  grace  His  death  secur'd, 
And  pleads  the  anguish  He  endured. 

3  A  song  of  praise  my  soul  shall  sing 
To  our  eternal,  glorious  King ; 
Shall  worship  humbly  at  His  feet, 
In  whom  alone  it  stands  complete. 

Mrs.  G.  W.  HinsdalCy  1866. 

53.  Tell  the  Story. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  39. 

I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story, 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love: 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  'tis  true ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 
As  nothing  else  can  do, 
Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  Old,  Old  Story, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  nil  the  golden  fancies. 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams ; 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet: 
I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation, 

From  God's  own  holy  word. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory,  _        * 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

Miss  Kate  Hankey,  1867. 


32  HYMNS  OF  SONQ  EVANGEL. 


54.  At  the  Cross. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  40. 

MOURNER,  wheresoe'er  thou  art, 
A  t  the  cross  there! s  room  ; 
Tell  the  burden  of  thy  heart; 

A  t  the  cross  there^s  room  ; 
Tell  it  in  thy  Saviour's  ear, 
•  Cast  away  thy  every  fear, 
Only  speak,  and  He  will  hear; 
At  the  cross  there's  room. 

2  Haste  thee,  wanderer,  tarry  not ; 

At  the  cross  there's  room  ; 
Seek  that  consecrated  spot; 

A  t  the  cross  there's  room  ; 
Heavy  laden,  sore  oppressed, 
Love  can  soothe  thy  troubled  breast; 
In  the  Saviour  find  thy  rest ; 

At  the  cross  there's  room.. 

3  Thoughtless  sinner,  come  to-da}^; 

At  the  cross  there's  room; 
Hark !  the  Bride  and  Spirit  say, 

At  the  cross  there^s  room. 
Now  a  living  fountain  see; 
Opened  there  for  you  and  me, 
Rich  and  poor,  for  bond  and  free ; 

At  the  cross  there'' s  room. 

4  Blessed  thought .  for  every  one 

A  t  the  cross  there's  room  ; 
Love's  atoning  work  is  done ; 

At  the  cross  there's  room ; 
Streams  of  boundless  mercy  flow, 
Free  to  all  who  thither  go  .; 
O  that  all  the  w^ojid  might  know, 

At  the  cross  there's  room! 

Fanny  J.  Croshyo 

55.  The  JBrigkt  Forever. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  41. 

BREAKING  thro'  the  clouds  that  gather 
O'er  the  Christian's  natal  skies, 
Distant  beams  like  floods  of  glory, 
Fill  the  soul  with  glad  surprise; 
And  we  almost  hear  the  echo 

Of  the  pure  and  holy  throng, 

In  the  bright,  the  bright  forever, 

In  the  summer-land  of  song. 


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Cho. — On  the  banks  beyond  the  river, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  to  sevef 
In  the  bright,  the  bright  foreve«v 
In  the  summer-land  of  song. 

Yet  a  little  while  we  linger, 

Ere  we  reach  onr  journey's  end  ; 
Yet  a  little  while  to  labor, 

Ere  the  evening  shades  descend; 
Then  we'll  lay  us  down  to  slumber, 

But  the  night  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
In  the  bright,  the  bright  forever 

We  shatl  wake  to  sleep  no  more- 

3  O  the  bliss  of  life  eternal  \ 
O  the  long  unbroken  rest ! 
In  the  golden  fields  of  pleasure, 

In  the  region  of  the  blest. 
But  to  see  our  dear  Eedeemer, 

And  before  His  throne  to  fall, 
There  to  hear  His  gracious  welcome — 
Will  be  sweeter  far  tlian  all. 

Fanny  J,  Crosby,  1871* 

56.  Near  the  Cross. 

Tune-S.  E,,  page  42. 

JESUS  keep  me  near  the  cross, 
There  a  precious  fountain, 
Free  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 

Cho. — In  the  Cross,  In  the  Cross 
Be  my  glory  ever, 
Till  my  raptured  soul  find 
Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  Cross,  a  trembling  soul 
Love  and  mercy  found  me  ; 

There  the  bright 'and  morning  star 
Shed  its  beam.s  around  me. 

3  Near  the  Cross !  oh  Lramb  of  God, 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me  ; 

Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 
With  its  shadow  o'er  me. 

4  Near  the  Cross  I'll  watch  and  wait, 
Hoping,  trusting  ever. 

Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand. 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

Fanny  J 


34  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


57.  Eesponse. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  42. 

JESUS,  am  I  near  to  Thee  t 
Then,  no  more  delaying, 
I  must  in  the  vineyard  be, 

Watching,  working,  praying. 
Cho. — In  the  Cross,  In  the  Cross 
Be  my  glory  ever, 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 
Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Every  heart  that's  near  to  Thee, 

Is  ibr  sinners  seeking  ■, 
All  their  bitter  need  doth  see, 
Is  for  them  enti-eating. 

3  Near  to  Jesus  all  the  time, 

He  will  leave  me  never ; 
I  am  His  and  He  is  mine. 
I  am  safe  forever. 

E.  P.  H. 

58.  Oh!  Happy  Day. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  43. 
\H !  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
/  On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad, 
Cho. — Happy  day,  happy  day. 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  : 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day  ; 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesup  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's  and  He  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charm 'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

3  Now  rest  my  long  divided  heart ; 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest, 
Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart ; 
With  Him  of  every  good  possessed. 

Br.  Fliilip  Doddridge. 

59.  Oome  Sinners. 

Tune — S.  JEJ.,  page  43. 

COME,  sinners  view  the  Lamb  of  Ood, 
Wounded  and  dead  and  bathed  in  blood  ; 


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Behold  His  side,  and  veDture  near, 
The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 
Cho.— Happy  day,  &c. 

2  Here  we  forget  our  cares  and  pains, 
We  drink,  yet  still  our  thirst  remains ; 
Only  the  Fountain-head  above 

Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 

3  His  Name  dispels,  our  guilt  and  fear, 
Revives  our  heart  and  charms  our  ear; 
Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 

And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound. 

60.  The  Old,  old  Story. 

Tune—S,  E.,page  44. 

TELL  me  the  old,  old  story, 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  ^lory, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 
And  helpless  and  defiled. 

Cho. — Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

.'  2  Tell  me  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 
For  I  forget  so  soon  ; 
The  "  early  dew  "  of  morning 
Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly, 

With  earnest  tones,  and  grave  ; 
Remember !  I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  that  story  always. 

If  you  would  really  be. 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. 

4  Tell  me  the  same  old  Btory, 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 


36  HYMNS  O^  SONG  JE  VANGEL. 


That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  dawning  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story  : 

*'  Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole." 

Miss  Kate  Hanlcey,  18G7. 

6 1 .  Uothing  but  Leaves. 

Tune — S.  E.^  page  45. 

TVr^THING  but  leaves  !  the  spirit  grieves 
±S    O'er  years  of  Avasted  life ; 
O'er  sins  indulged  while  conscience  slept, 
O'er  vows  and  promises  unkept, 

And  reap  from  years  of  strife — 
Nothing  but  leaves  !  nothing  but  leaves  ! 

2  Nothing  but  leaves !  no  gathered  sheaves, 

Of  life's  fair  ripening  grain ; 
We  sow  our  seeds  ;  lo  !  tares  and  weeds, — 
Words,  idle  words,  for  earnest  deeds — 

Then  reap  with  toil  and  pain, 
Nothing  but  leaves !  nothing  but  leaves  !  ' 

3  Nothing  but  leaves !  nothing  but  leaves ! 

No  veil  to  hide  the  past ; 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
And  count  each  lost  and  misspent  day 

We  sadly  find  at  last — 
Nothing  but  leaves !  nothing  but  leaves! 

4  Ah  !  who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet, 

And  bring  but  withered  leaves  1 
Ah,  who  shall  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Before  the  awful  judgment-seat 

Lay  down  for  golden  sheaves, 
Nothing  but  leaves !  nothing  but  leaves  ! 

Lucy  E.  Akerman,  alt.,  1859, 

62.  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  46. 
^AFE  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 
There  by  His  love  o'ershaded, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 
Hark  !  'tis  the  voice  of  angels 

Borne  in  a  song  to  me, 
Over  the  fields  of  glory, 
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ETMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  37 


Cho. — Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesns. 

Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 

Tiiere  by  His  love  o'ershaded, 

Sweetly  my  soul  sbali  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  from  corroding  care, 
Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 

Sin  cannot  harm  me  there, 
Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 

Free  from  ni}^  doubts  and  fears ; 
Only  a  few  more  trials, 

Only  a  few  more  tears. 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 

Jesus  lias  died,  for  me ; 
Fii-m  on  the  Eock  of  Ages, 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er  ; 
Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore. 

Fanny  J,  Crosby,  18Ga 

63.  The  Eifted  Eock. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  47. 

fN  the  Kifted  Kock  I'm  resting, 
Sure  and  safe  from  all  alarm ; 
Storms  and  billows  have  united 

All  in  vain  to  do  me  harm  ; 
In  the  Rifted  Rock  I'm  resting. 

Surf  is  dasiiing  at  my  feet, 
Storm-clouds  dark  are  o'er  me  hovering, 
Yet  my  rest  is  all  complete.^ 

Cho. — In  the  Rifted  Rock  I'm  resting, 
Sure  and  safe  from  all  alarm  ; 
Storms  and  billows  have  united 
All  in  vain  to  do  me  harm. 

2  Many  a  stormy  sea  I've  traversed, 
Many  a  tempest-shock  have  known, 
Have  been  driven,  witho'ut  anchor. 

On  the  barren  shores,  and  lone ; 
Yet  I  now  have  found  a  haven, 

Never  moved  by  tempest  shock, 
Where  my  soul  is  safe  forever. 
In  the  blessed  Rifted  Rock. 

L.  T.  H, 


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64.  The  ninety  and  nine . 

Tune — *S^.  E.,  page  48. 

THERE  were  ninety  and  nine  that  safely  lay 
In  tbe  shelter  of  the  fold, 
Bnt  one  was  out  on  the  hills  away, 

Far  oiF  from  the  gates  of  gold — 
Away  on  the  mouniains  wild  and  bare, 
||:  Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd's  care.  :ll 

2  "  Lord,  thou  hast  here  thy  ninety  and  nine  ; 

Are  they  not  enough  for  thee  ?" 
But  the  Shepherd  made  answer:  "  'Tis  of  mine 

Has  wandered  away  from  me  ; 
And  although  the  roa(l  be  rough  and  steep, 
;|:  I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  my  sheep."  :ll 

3  But  none  of  the  ransomed  ever  knew 

How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed  ; 
Nor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord  pasaed 
thro', 
Ere  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost ; 
Out  in  the  desert  he  heard  its  cry — 
(]:  Twas  helpless  and  sick,  and  ready  to  die.  :!| 

4  But  all  thro'  the  mountains,  thunder-riven, 

And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 
There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 
"  Rejoice?  I  have  found  my  sheep  !" 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
|(:  "  Rejoice,  for  the  Lord  brings  back  his  own."  :;i 

Elizabeth  C.  Clephane,  18G8. 

65.  "We  shall  meet. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  49. 
TE  shall  meet  beyond  the  river, 
By-and-by,  By-and-by ; 
And  the  darkness  sliall  be  over, 

By-and-by,  By-and-by  ; 
With  the  toilsome  journey  done, 
And  the  glorious  battle  won. 
We  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun, 
By-and-by,  By-and  by. 
2  We  shall  strike  the  harps  of  glory, 
By-and-by,  By-and-by ; 
We  shall  sing  redemption's  story, 

By-and-by,  By-and-by ; 
And  the  strains  for-evermore. 
Shall  resound  in  sweetness  o'er 
Yonder  everlasting  shore, 
By-and-by,  By-and-by. 


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3  We  shall  see  and  be  like  Jesus, 

By-aiid-by,  By-aiid -by ; 
Who  a  crown  of  life  will  give  us, 

By-aiid-by,  By-and-by  ; 
And  the  angels  wbo  faliill, 
All  tbe  mandates  of  His  will, 
Shall  attend  and  love  us  still, 

By-aiid-by,  By-aud-by. 

4  There  our  tears  shall  all  cease  flowing, 

By-and-by,  By-and-by  ; 
And  with  sweetest  rapture  knowing, 

By-and-by,  By-and-by ; 
All  the  blest  ones  who  have  gone 
To  the  land  of  life  and  song, 
We  with  shoutings  shall  rejoin, 

By-and-by,  By-and-by. 

Rev.  John  Atkinson,  1867. 

66.  Oome,   ye  Sinners. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  50. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power. 

II:  He  IS  able.  He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more.  :II 

2  Come,  ye  thirsty,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
11:  Without  money.  Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy.  :1) 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  - 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
Yoxx  will  never  come  at  all : 
If:  Kot  the  righteous — Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call.  :|) 

4  Let  not  conscience  make  yon  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 
II:  This  He  gives  you— This  He  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam.  :ll 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ; 


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On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  ; 
Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies, 
II:  *'  It  is  finished  f"  "  It  is  finished !'» 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ?-:ll 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 

67.  Welcome  to  the  Saviour. 

Tune — S.  E.,page  50. 

WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer- 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  Thine, 
II:  Thine  entirely. — Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  Thine.  :II 
2  Known  to  all  to  be  Thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  nell  w^ill  disappear  ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession. 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  ;— 
fl:  Shout,  O  Zion  \  Shout,  O  Zion  f 

Shout,  ye  saints  !  the  Lord  is  here. :!! 

Rev.  Wm.  Mason.  1794:, 

68.  How  can  I  keep  from  singing. 

Tune — >S'.  JE.,  page  51. 

[Y  life  flows  on  in  endless  song* 
Above  earth's  lamentation, 
I  catch  the  sweet,  tho'  far  off  hymn 

That  hails  a  new  creation  ; 
Through  all  the  tumult  and  the  strife, 

I  hear  the  music  ringing  : 
It  finds  an  echo  in  my  soul — 
How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

2  Wliat  tho'  my  joys  and  comfort  die  ? 
The  Lord,  my  Saviour  liveth  ; 

What  tho'  the  darkness  gather  'round? 

Songs  in  the  night  He  giveth  ; 
No  storm  can  shake  my  inmost  calm, 

While  to  that  refuge  clinging  ; 
Since  Christ  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

How  can  I  can  keep  from  singing  ? 

3  I  lift  my  eyes  ;  the  cloud  grows  thin ; 
I  see  the  blue  above  it , 

And  day  by  day  this  pathway  smooths. 

Since  first  I  learned  to  love  it ; 
The  peace  of  Christ  makes  fresh  my  heart, 

A  fountain  ever  springing  ; 
All  things  are  mine  since  I  am  His— 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

Miss  Anna  Warner,  1864. 


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69.  Gethsemane. 

Tune— S.  E.,  page  ^1. 

MY  Jesus,  I  would  ne'er  forget 
That  hour  I  Bpent  with  Thee  ; 
When  there  1  saw  Thy  bloody  sweat 
In  dark  Gethsemane. 
'^        Cho.— I'll  ne'er  forget,  I'll  ne'er  forget, 
I'll  ne'er  forgetful  be, 
When  there  I  saw  Thy  bloody  sweat 
In  dark  Gethsemane. 

2  ''Twas  in  that  olive  press  I  felt 

That  Thou  didst  bleed  for  me  ; 
Alas  !  how  great  I  saw  my  guilt, 
While  in  Gethsemane. 

3  I  thought  of  how  Thy  heart  did  throb, 

While  '  all '  Thine  own  did  Hee, 
And  left  Thee  with  the  cruel  mob, 
In  sad  Gethsemane. 

4  'Twas  there  I  felt  my  guilt  and  shame 

In  oft  forsaking  Tliee  ; 
How  precious  was  Thy  very  name 
'    In  dear  Gethsemane. 

5  Should  e'er  our  love  to  Thee  grow  cold, 

And  we  forgetful  be, 
We'll  call  to  mind  Thy  love  untold 
While  in  Gethsemane. 

70.  How  sweet  tlie  Hame. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  62, 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds^ 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 
Cno. — Help  me,  dear  Saviour,  Thee  to  own, 
And  ever  faithful  be  ; 
And  when  Thou  sittest  ou  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  for  the  weary,  rest. 

3  ^y  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 


E,  P.  H, 


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4  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend! 
My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ! 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End  ! 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

71.  Open  mine  eyes. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  52. 
^PEN  my  eyes,  O  Lord,  to  see 
My  lost  and  wretched  state  : 
Show  me  my  guilt  and  misery, 
While  at  Thy  feet  I  wait. 
Cho. — Help  me  dear  Saviour,  Thee  to  own, 
And  ever  faithful  "be ; 
And  when  Thou  sittest  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Help  me  to  hear  th'expiring  groans 
Of  Jesus  on  the  tree  4 

"  This  blood  for  all  thy  sin  atones — 
"  Tis  finished  '  all  for  thee." 

3  O  how  can  I  neglect  such  love, 
So  freely  shown  to  me, 

In  Jesus  dying  on  the  Cross, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free ! 

4  I  know  there's  no  escape  for  me 
If  I  should  still  deny 

My  Lord,  wiio  bled  on  Calvary,  - 

To  raise  my  hopes  on  high. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  now  to  Thee  I  fly 
From  slavery  and  guilt ; 

My  hopes,  my  all,  on  Thee  rely — 
Thy  blood  for  me  was  spilt. 


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72.  Save,  0  Jesus,  Save ! 

Tune — >S'.  E.,  page  53. 

[Y  sing  appear  in  dark  array ; 
I  have  no  hope  of  heaven  ; 
I've  nought  Avherewith  my  debt  to  pay, 
O  can  I  be  forgiven  '^ 
Cho. — Save,  save,  O  Jesus  save, 

Save  a  poor  sinner  while  crying, 
Save,  save,  O  Jesus  save, 

Save  a  poor  sinner  from  dying  I 
2  1  know  'tis  just  that  I  sliould  die  j 
My  guilt  I  now  confess ; 
But  to  'rhy  Son  I  lift  mine  eye, 

For  J  lis  sake  wilt  Thou  bless.. 


E,  P.  H. 


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HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  .  ^ 

45 

3  In  His  own  body  on  the  tree, 

He  bore  my  guilt  and  sbame  ; 
'Twas  there  he  suttered  death  for  me, 
I  plead  alone  His  name. 

4  Thy  law  would  shut  me  up  in  hell , 

But  thanks,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
My  Saviour  died  that  I  might  tell 
How  grace  can  make  me  free. 

E.  P,  H,  1873, 

73.  Happy,  ever  Happy. 

Tune—  S.  E.,  page  54. 

FES  US  died  upon  the  tree, 
I    That  from  sni  we  might  be  free, 
And  forever  happy  be — 

Happy  in  His  love ; 
He  has  paid  the  debt  we  owe  } 
If  with  trusting  hearts  we  go, 
He  will  wash  us  white  as  snow, 
In  His  blood. 
Cho. — Then  with  joy  and  gladness  sing ; 
Happy,  ever  happy  be ; 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King- 
Happy  in  the  Lord. 

2  Lord,  we  bring  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 
Dying  love  is  all  our  plea ; 
Thine  forever  we  would  be — 

Jesus,  ever  Thine 
Jesus  smiles  and  bids  us  come ; 
In  His  loving  arms  there's  room, 
And  He'll  bear  us  safely  home, 

Home  above. 

3  When  we  reach  that  shining  shore, 
All  our  suffering  will  be  o'er. 
And  we'll  sigh  and  weep  no  more, 

In  that  land  of  love ; 
But  in  robes  of  spotless  white. 
And  with  crowns  of  glory  bright, 
We  will  range  the  fields  of  lig^t, 

Evermore. 

Annie  Wittenmeyer^ 

74.  Cast  the  Net. 

Tune—S.  E. ,  page  55. 
1AST  the  net  again,  my  brother, 
J  Cast  it  on  the  other  side  ; 
Seek  by  paticjut  toil  to  gather 
Treuyureg  iiom  the  rolling  tide. 


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4  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend! 
My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ! 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End  ! 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

71.  Open  mine  eyes. 

Tune — >S'.  E.,  page  52. 
\PEN  my  eyes,  O  Lord,  to  see 
/  My  lost  and  wretched  state  : 
Sliow  me  my  guilt  and  misery, 
While  at  Thy  feet  I  wait. 
Cho. — Help  me  dear  Saviour,  Thee  to  own, 
And  ever  faithful  be  ; 
And  when  Thou  sittest  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Help  me  to  hear  th'expiring  groans 
Of  Jesus  on  the  tree  4 

"  This  blood  for  all  thy  shi  atones — 
"  Tis  finished '  all  for  thee." 

3  O  how  can  I  neglect  such  love, 
So  freely  shown  to  me. 

In  Jesus  dying  on  the  Cross, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free ! 

4  I  know  there's  no  escape  for  me 
If  I  should  still  deny 

My  Lord,  who  bled  on  Calvary,  _ 

To  raise  my  hopes  on  high. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  now  to  Thee  I  fly 
From  slavery  and  guilt ; 

My  hopes,  my  all,  on  Thee  rely — 
Thy  blood  for  me  was  spilt. 


Save,  0  Jesus,  Save ! 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  53. 

MY  sing  appear  in  dark  array ; 
I  have  no  hope  of  heaven  ; 
I've  nought  wherewith  my  debt  to  pay, 
O  can  I  be  forgiven  ) 
Cho. — Save,  save,  O  Jesus  save, 

Save  a  poor  sinner  while  crying, 
Save,  save,  O  Jesus  save, 

Save  a  poor  sinner  from  dying  ! 
2  1  know  'tis  just  that  I  sliould  die  ; 
My  guilt  I  now  confess ; 
But  to  I'hy  Son  I  lilt  mine  eye, 

For  J  lis  sake  wilt  Thou  blejss. 


E.  P.  H. 


HYMJSrS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  .  f, 

3  lu  His  own  body  on  the  tree, 

He  bore  my  guilt  and  sbame  ; 
'Twas  there  he  satt'ered  death  for  me, 
I  plead  alone  His  name. 

4  Thy  law  would  shut  me  up  in  hell , 

But  thanks,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
My  Saviour  died  that  I  might  tell 
How  grace  can  make  me  free. 

E.  P,  H.  1873. 

73.  Happy,  ever  Happy. 

Tune—  S.  E.,  page  54. 

JESUS  died  upon  the  tree, 
That  from  sm  we  might  be  free, 
And  forever  happy  be — 

Happy  in  His  love ; 
He  has  paid  the  debt  we  owe  ; 
If  with  trusting  hearts  we  go, 
He  will  wash  ns  white  as  snow, 
In  His  blood. 
Cho. — Then  with  joy  and  gladness  sing  j 
Happy,  ever  happy  be ; 
Praises  to  our  heavenly  King- 
Happy  in  the  Lord. 

2  Lord,  we  bring  our  hearts  to  thee  ; 
Dying  love  is  all  our  plea  ; 
Thine  forever  we  would  be — 

Jesus,  ever  Thine 
Jesus  smiles  and  bids  us  come ; 
In  His  loving  arms  there's  room, 
And  He'll  bear  us  safely  home, 

Home  above. 

3  When  we  reach  that  shining  shore, 
All  our  suffering  will  be  o'er, 
And  we'll  sigh  and  weep  no  more, 

In  that  land  of  love  ; 
But  in  robes  of  spotless  white. 
And  with  crowns  of  glory  bright, 
We  will  range  the  fields  of  ligiit, 

Evermore. 

Annie  WitUnmey&r, 

'  74.  Oast  the  Net. 

Tune—S.  E. ,  page  55. 
1AST  the  net  again,  my  brother, 
y  Cast  it  on  the  other  side  ; 
Seek  by  patient  toil  to  gather 
TreuBures  iiom  the  rolling  tide. 


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3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace  ; 
Be  Thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hidmg-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  : 
Thy  pardonhig  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear! 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  i 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  Thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound. 

To  see  Thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
Wliile  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon,  Vlli, 

78.  Jesus  loves  me. 

Tune — S:  E.,  page  58. 

JESUS  loves  me  !  this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so  ; 
Little  ones  to  Him  belong, 
They  are  weak,  but  He.  is  strong. 
Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  love  me. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me. 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Jesus  loves  me  !  He  vflio  died, 
Heaven's  gate  to  open  wide  ;^ 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 
Let  His  little  child  conie  in. 

3  Jesus  loves  me !  loves  me  still, 
Tho'  I'm  ver^  weak  and  ill  ; 
From  His  shining  throne  on  high, 
Comes  to  watch  me  where  I  lie. 

4  Jesus  loves  me  !  He  will  stay 
Close  beside  me  all  the  way ; 
If  I  love  Him  when  I  die 

He  will  take  me  home  on  high. 

Miss  Anna  Warner,  1869. 

79.  Jesus  "lifted  up." 

Tune — *S^.  E.,  page  58. 

JESUS  from  His  throne  on  high 
Came  hito  this  world  to  die — 
.  That  I  might  from  sin  be  free 
Bled  and  died  upon  the  tree. 
Cho.— Yes,  Jesus  loves  me. 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Tlie  Bible  tells  me  so. 


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2  I  can  see  Him  even  now, 
With  His  pierced,  thorn-clad  brow, 
A^'onizing  on  the  tree  : 
Oil !  what  love,  and  all  for  me  ! 

3  Now  I  feel  this  heart  of  stone 
Drawn  to  love  God's  holy  Son, 
"  Lifted  up  "  on  Calvary, 
Suffering  death  and  shame  for  me 

4  Jesus,  take  this  heart  of  mine, 
Make  it  pure  and  wholly  Thine  ; 
Thou  hast  bled  and  died  for  me, 

•  I  will  henceforth  live  for  Thee. 

80.  Jesus  loves  me. 

Tune — >S'.  E„  page  58. 

JESUS  loved  me  when  He  died, 
Hated,  mocked  and  crucified, 
Died  my  punishment  to  bear, 
Died  to  take  away  my  fear. 
.  Cho. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me, 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Jesus  loved  me  day  by  day. 
When  I  did  not  love  or  pray  ; 

^    Then  He  drew  me  to  believe, 
And  eternal  life  receive. 

3  He  who  made  me  love  His  name, 
Safe  will  keep  His  feebl-e  lamb ; 
Once  for  me  His  life  He  gave. 
Now  He  lives  to  bless  and  save. 

4  This  my  endless  joy  will  be, 
I  love  Him  and  He  loves  me  ; 
He  is  my  Almighty  friend, 
Never  will  His  kindness  end. 

5  Naught  His  mercy  shall  remove. 
Never  will  He  cease  to  love  ; 
He  will  love  me  till  I  die. 

He  will  love  eternally. 

Rev.  Baptist  Noel,  1868. 

81.  Singing  just  now. 

"  I  am  happy.    I  have  b«en  sorry  that  I  was  such  a  sinner. 

I  have  loved  Jesus  ever  since  the  meetings  commenced,  and 

I  hope  I  shaU  love  Him  till  I  die.    I  have  been  singing  ever 

since  the  meetings  began.    I  love  '  Just  now '  the  best  of  all. 

♦'  Your  little  friend,  *  *  *,  seven  years  old." 


48  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Tuners,  E.,  page  58. 
U  pRECIOUS  Jesus,  He  is  mine  !" 

X     Since  I  heard  His  loving  call 
I've  been  singing  all  tlie  time,  ' 

One  sweet  hymn  is  best  of  all. 
Cho. —  II :  Yes,  Jesus  loves  me,  ;1I 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Yes,  I  love  to  sing  "  Jnst  now," 

Jesus  is  in  every  line  ; 
Since  I  saw  His  thorn-clad  brow, 
I've  been  happy  all  the  time. 

3  Oh  !  that  all  ray  little  friends 

Would  to  Jesus  come  "just  now  !'* 
He  would  wash  away  their  sins, 

Lighting  up  with  joy  each  brow. 
Cho. — II:  Yes,  come  to  Jesus,  :l| 

Oh  !  come  to  Him  just  now. 


82.  *'  I  can  sing. 


E.  p.  H. 


These  are  the  words  of  a  little  girl  of  seven  summers,  who 
says  in  her  letter:  "I  wish  to  tell  you  the  way  I  gave  my 
heart  to  tlie  Saviour.  When  I  went  to  your  meetings,  and 
heard  you  tell  of  the  love  of  Jesus,  I  could  not  stand  it  any 
longer,  so  I  gave  myself  up  to  Jesus.  I  prayed  tliis  evening 
that  he  would  take  me  just  as  I  was.  I  can  now  sing  with  all 
nry  heart,  'I  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do.'  " 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  58. 

I  CAN  sing  with  all  my  heart, 
"  1  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do:" 
I  have  chosen  Him  ray  "  part," 

He  has  made  my  heart  all  new. 
Cho. — 11:  Yes,  I  love  Jesus,  :ll 

I  know,  I  know  I  do. 

2  When  I  hear  of  Jesus'  love, 

How  to  rescue  me  He  dies. 
Then  my  stubborn  heart  is  moved, 
Tears  gush  from  my  weeping  eyes. 

3  Oh  !  how  can  I  longer  stay, 

Jesus  bids  me  come  to  Him ; 
I  will  give  myself  away, 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin. 

4  Oft  my  sins  have  troubled  me, 

Then  a  cloud  was  on  my  brow  *, 
Now  my  Saviour  I  can  see, 
And  I'm  very  happy  now. 

E.  P.  H, 


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83.  Child  drawn  to  Jesus. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  58. 

[AY  a  little  child  like  me, 
rmise  Jind  glory  give  to  Thee  ? 
Wilt  Thou  hear  me  when  1  pray, 
Father,  bless  me  day  by  day. 
Cho. — II:  Yes,  Jesns  loves  me,  :|| 
The  Bible  tells  me  so. 

2  Yes,  the  Bible  tells  me  so, 
Yes,  I  may  to  Jesus  go ; 

I  Avill  go  to  Him  to-day, 
Never,"iiever  go  away. 

3  I  love  Jesus,  yes,  I  do, 

Won't  you  come  and  lov^e  Him  too ; 
Come  to-day,  He  says  to  thee, 
Little  child  come  unto  Me. 

4  Jesus,  sweetest  name  to  me, 
Help  me  Thy  dear  child  to  be  ; 
Bless  me  now,  and  I  will  praise 
My  dear  Saviour  all  my  days. 

J.  A,  Neff,  1S65. 

84.  The  beautiful  shore. 

Tune — >S'.  E.,  page  60. 

THERE'S  a  home  for  the  blest  on  the  beautiful  shore, 
Where  our  trials  and  cares  all  shall  cease  ; 
Sorrow  never  shall  enter  that  blissful  abode. 
Ever  there  shall  abide  perfect  peace. 
Cho. — On  that  beautiful  shore,  where  the  bright  angela 
stay. 
All  our  sorrow  and  pain  will  be  o'er ; 
Oh  !  we  long  to  go  home,  to  that  beautiful  land, 
There  to  rest,  sweetly  rest,  evermore. 

2  The  bright  streets  of  the  city  are  pav'd  with  pure  gold, 

And  iis  flowers  are  fragrant  and  fair  ; 
Its  inhabitants  never  grow  weary  nor  old, 
For  the  Lord  reigns  eternally  there. 

3  There  will  be  no  more  parting  from  those  that  we  love, 

No  more  sighing,  or  shedding  of  tears. 
For  no  discords  shall  ruflle  that  peaceful  repose, 
Which  flows  thro'  eternity's  years. 

4  Oh  !  we  soon  shaM  be  called  to  that  beautiful  land, 

There  to  dwell  with  the  just  evermore  ;  [love, 

There  to  join  in  sweet  songs  with  the  friends  that  we 
Safe  at  home  on  the  beautiful  shore. 

Miss  HaUie  Bronson. 


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85.  Bless  me  now. 

Tune—S,  E,  page  61. 
[EAVENLY  Father,  bless  me  now ; 
L  At  the  cross  of  Christ  I  bow; 
Take  my  guilt  and  grief  away ; 
Hear  and  heal  me  now,  I  pray. 
Ref. — Bless  me  now,  bless  me  now, 
"--  Heavenly  Father,  bless  me  now. 

2  Now  O  Lord  !  this  very  hour, 

Send  Thy  grace  and  show  Thy  power  \ 
While  I  rest  upon  Thy  word, 
Come  and  bless  me  now,  O  Lord  ! 

3  Now,  just  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Lift  the  clouds,  the  fetters  break  ; 
While  I  look  and  as  I  cr\^, 
Touch  and  cleanse  me  ere  I  die. 

4  Never  did  I  so  adore 

Jesus  Christ,  Thy  Son  before  ; 
Now  the  time !  and  this  the  place  ! 
Gracious  Father,  show  Thy  grace. 

Rev.  Alexandfir  Clark, 

86.  I  love  to  read  th^  Bible. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  64, 
fOW  the  book  I  love  to  read 
That  speaks  of  Jesus'  love, 
There  I  find  that  He  indeed 

For  me  has  shed  His  blood. 
Cho.— The  Bible  tells  to  me 
All  I  need  to  know, 
Of  Jesus'  sufferings  on  the  tree 
For  me  so  long  ago. 

2  "  Full  of  Jesus  "  every  page, 

Blessed,  blessed  book ! 
Joy  it  brings  to  youth  and  age, 
Who  for  its  treasures  look. 

3  In  this  blessed,  precious  mine 

Is  th'  pearl  of  greatest  worth  ; 
Seek  for  it,  and  you  will  find 
The  richest  prize  on  earth. 

E  P  M. 

87.  Beautiful  Eiver. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  62. 
^HALL  we  gather  at  the  river 
)  Where  bright  angel  feet  have  lro<l ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever, 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God. 


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Cho. — Yes  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throue  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Saviour-king  we  own, 
We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never 
'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver. 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

5  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Rippling  with  the  Saviour's  face, 

Saints,  whom  death  will  never  sever, 

Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

6  Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 

Rev.  R.  Lowry,  1864. 

88.         More  love  to  Thee,  0  Christ. 

TuneS,  E.,  page  63. 

[ORE  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ! 
More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  })rayer  I  make, 

On  bended  knee : 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
!  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest ; 
Now  only  Thee  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  0  Clirist,  to  Tliee, 

More  love  to  Thee ! 
I  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengcra, 

Sweet  their  refrain ; 


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When  they  can  sing  with  me,  — 
More  love^  O  Christ  to  Tliee, 
More  love  to  Til ee! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 
Whisper  Thy  praise ; 
This  be  the  partnig  cry 
My  heart  shall  raise : 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  loA^e,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee  ! 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Prentiss. 

89.  Tell  to  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  62. 

^        riHRISTIAN,  go  and  tell  to  Jesus, 
\J  How  He  died  to  save  our  souls ; 
How  that  He  from  sin  might  free  us, 
Suffered  agonies  untold. 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  go  and  tell  of  Jesus, 

The  pure  and  holy,  meek  and  lowly  Jesus ; 
Yes,  we'll  go  and  tell  of  Jesus; 
Who  died  our  soul  to  save. 

2  Tell  the  guilty  of  their  danger, 

While  they  winder  far  from  God ; 
While  they  live  to  Christ  a  stranger, 
And  reject  His  precious  Word. 

3  Tell  them  of  the  joys  of  heaven, 

Purchased  by  the  Saviour's  blood; 
How  that  they  might  be  forgiven, 
Jesus  left  His  home  above. 

4  Tell  them  how  He  hath  ascended, 

To  prepare  a  home  on  high : 
Where  all  sorrows  shall  be  ended, 
Where  the  good  shall  never  die. 


E.  P.  H. 


90.  Jesus  paid  it  all. 


The  following  lyric  has  been  greatly  blessed  by  God  ir 
leading  the  anxious  to  rest  solely  in  the  finished  work  oJ 
Christ. 

The  author,  the  late  Rev,  James  Proctor,  of  Scotland,  says; 
*'  Since  I  first  discovered  Jesus  to  be  the  end  of  the  law  for 
righteousness  to  every  one  that  belie veth,  I  have  more  than 
once  met  with  a  poor  sinner  seeking  peace  at  the  foot  of  Sinai 
instead  of  Calvary  ;  and  I  have  heard  him,  now  and  agam,  in 
bitter  disappointment  and  fear,  groaning  ont :  "  What  must 
I  do  !'  1  have  said  to  him  '  Do  !  do  1  what  can  yon  do  ?  wliat 
\do  you  need  to  do?-' 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,  §3 


Tune—S.  E.,page  64. 

NOTHING,  either  great  or  email, 
Nothing,  sinner,  no ; 
JesQs  died  and  paid  it  all, 
Long,  long  ago. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
And  nothing  either  great  or  small 
Remains  for  me  to  do. 

2  When  He  from  His  lofty  throne 

Stooped  to  do  and  die, 
Every  tiling  was  fully  done — 
'"Tis  linished,"  was  His  cry. 

3  Weary,  working,  plodding  on^ 

Wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 
Cease  your  doing  ;  all  was  done 
Long,  long  ago. 

4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

By  a  simple  faith, 
"  Doing  is  a  deadly  thing, 
Doing  ends  in  death." 

5  Cast  your  deadly  doing  down, 

Down  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 
Glorious  and  complete. 

James  Proctor^ 

9 1 .     Eesponse  to  ''Jesus  Paid  it  All." 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  64. 

I'VE  cast'  my  deadly  doing  down, 
Down  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
I  stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 
Glorious  and  complete. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  to  Him  I  owe. 
And  something  either  great  or  small, 
From  love  to  Him  I'll  do. 

^  Now  to  Jesus'  work  I'll  cling, 
By  a  simple  faith, 
Doiiig  was  a  "  deadlj^  "  thin^, 
It  would  have  been  my  death. 
3  Legal  works  I've  given  o'er, 
Jesus  is  my  all ; 
Sins  that  tasted  sweet  before 
Upon  my  senses  pall. 


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4  'Twas  for  me  that  Jesiis  bled, 

On  the  cruel  tree  ; 
There  He  bowed  his  thorn-clad  head, 
Oh !  what  agony. 

5  'Twas  my  sins  that  nailed  Ilim  there, 

Mine  that  shed  His  blood, 
Mine  that  pierced  the  bleeding  side 
Of  the  Son  of  God. 

6  Now  my  life  shall  ail  be  given 

To  my  risen  Lord, 
Doing  all  the  way  to  heaven, 
Something  in  his  Word. 

E.  P.  S. 

92.  Our  work  Song. 

•     Tune—S.  E.,  page  65. 

WORK,  for  the  Master  calleth  us  to-day ; 
Work,  precious  souls  to  save ; 
Work  while  the  hours  are  passing  swift  away ; 
Work  with  soul  true  and  brave. 
Cho. — God  be  near  us,  help  us  to-day  ! 
God  watch  over  us  lest  we  stray  ; 
Father,  in  mercy  keep  us  all  the  way  ; 
Jesus,  hear  us  when  we  pray. 

2  Work,  with  a  spirit  full  of  Jesus'  love ! 

Work,  with  a  joyful  song ; 
Work,  for  the  glory  waiting  us  above ; 
Work,  with  heart  firm  and  strong ! 

3  Work,  for  the  vineyard  waiting  for  us  stands ; 

Work,  while  there  j-et  is  light ; 
Work  with  a  cheerful  heart  ana  willing  hands ; 
Work,  for  soon  cometh  night. 

4  Work,  till  the  golden  harvest  fills  the  field  ; 

Work,  in  the  Saviour's  miglit ; 
Work,  for  the  joy  the  reaping  time  shall  yield: 
Work  ^  the  mansions  of  light. 

Rev.  Alfred  Taylor, 

93  A  Blessing. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  m. 
|NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God ; 
Once  more  His  blessing  ask : 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 
2  Father,  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 
From  heaven,  in  Jesiis'  name, 
And  bid  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  pnt  our  sonls  in  frame 


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3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  Thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose : 

To  each  Thy  blessings  suit ; 
And  let  th-e  seed  Thy  servant  sows, 
Produce  abundant*  fruit. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart,  1762. 

94.  Dying  love  of  Jesus. 

TuneS.  E. ,  page  QQ. 
^G  Calvary,  Lord,  in  spirit  now 
_    Our  weary  souls  repair, 
To  dvvelf  upon  Thy  dying  love, 
And  taste  its  sweetness  there. 
2  Sweet  resting-place  of  every  heart 
That  feels  the  plague  of  sin, 
Yet  knows  that  deep  mysterious  joy, 
The  peace  of  God  within. 
3*  There,  through  Thine  hour  of  deepest  woe. 
Thy  suffering  spirit  passed  j 
Grace  there  its  wondrous  victory  gain'd, 
And  love  endured  its  last. 

4  Dear  suffering  Lamb  !  Thy  bleeding  woundo, 

With  cords  of  love  divine, 
Have  drawn  our  willing  hearts  to  Thee, 
And  link'd  our  life  Avith  Thine. 

5  Thy  sympathies  and  hopes  are  ours ; 

Dear  Lord  !  we  wait  to  see 
Creation,  all — below,  above. 
Redeem' d  and  blest  by  Thee. 

Sir  Edward  Denny,  1839. 

95.  -  Prayer. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  66. 

[N  Thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 
To  worship  at  Thy  feet  : 
Oh,  pour  Thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 

Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 
InTow  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 
And  understand  Thy  word  ; 

To  feel  Thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 


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4  Lee  sinners  now  Thy  goodness  prove, 
And  saints  rejoice"  in  Tbee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subda'd  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  fie'e. 

Joseph  Hoskins,  1788 

93  Doing  for  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  66. 
THAT  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord, 
What  can  I  do  for  Thee  ? 
Who  didst  the  mighty  grace  afford 
Tiiat  sets  the  bondman  free  ? 

2  What  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord, 

Reluctant  souls  to  win  1 
Patience  Divine,  and  light  accord, 
To  turn  these  souls  from  sin. 

3  What  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord, 

Thy  needy  saints  to  bless'? 
I'll  seek,  that  wanderers  be  restored 
To  paths  of  light  and  peace. 

4  What  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord  ? 

Thy  churcii  my  thoughts  employ  ; 
Her  welfare  claims  the  wealtli  I  hoard, 
Her  triumphs  crown  my  joys. 

5  What  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord  ? 

What  can  I  do  for  Thee  'i 
A  martyr  soul,  I  wait  Thj  word : 
I  serve  Thee,  only  Thee. 

Rev.  A.  S,  Cheesebroughf  1873. 

97.         0,  Sing  of  His  mighty  Love. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  67. 

0     BLISS  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free  ! 
5  I  plunge  in  the  crimson  tide  opened  for  me  ! 
O'er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  I  stand, 
And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in  His  hand. 
Clio. — O,  sing  of  His  mighty  love, 
Sing  of  His  mighty  love, 
Sing  of  His  mighty  love — mighty  io  save. 

2  O,  bliss  of  the  purified  !  Jesus  is  mine, 
No  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine  ; 
In  conscious  salvation  I  sing  of  His  grace, 
Who  lifteth  upon  me  the  smiles  of  His  face. 

3  O,  bliss  of  the  purified !  bliss  of  the  pure  ! 

No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  His  blood  cannot cure^ 
No  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly  find  rest, 
^o  tears — but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus's  breast. 


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4  O,  Jesns  the  crucified !  Thee  will  I  sing ! 
My  blessed  Redeemer !  my  God,  and  my  King ! 
My  sotil  tilled  with  rapture  shall  shout  o'er  the  grave, 
And  triumph  in  death  in  the  mighty  to  save  ! 

Dr.  F,  Bottome. 

98.  '       Life  for  a  Look. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  68.  "* 

rHERE  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  Crucified  One  ; 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee  ; 
Then  look,  cinner— look  unto  Him,  and  be  saved — 
Unto  Him  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 

Look  unto  Him,  look  unto  Him, 
Unto  liim  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 

2  bh  !  why  was  He  there  as  the  bearer  of  sin, 

If  on  Jesus  thy  sins  were  not  laid  ? 
Oh  !  why  from  His  side  tlowed  the  sin-cleansing  blood, 
If  His  dying  thy  debt  has  not  paid. 

3  Wei  are  healed  by  His  stripes ; — would'st  thou  add  to 

the  word  ? 
And  He  is  our  righteousness  made ; 
The  best  robe  of  heaven  He  bids  thee  put  on, 
Oh  !  could'st  thou  be  better  arrayed  f 

4  Tlien  doubt  not  Thy  welcome,  since  God  has  declared, 

There  remaineth  no  more  to  be  done  ; 
That  once  in  the  end  of  the  world  He  appeared, 
And  completed  the  whole  He  begun. 

5  But  take,  wiih.rejoicing,  from  Jesus  at  once 

The  life  everlasting  He  gives  ; 
And  know,  with  assurance,  thou  never  can'st  die. 
Since  Jesus,  thy  righteousness  lives. 

Miss  Amelia  Matilda  Hull,  1860. 

99.  Long  time  ago. 

^  Tune—S.  E.,  page  68. 

JESUS  died  on  Calvary's  mountain, 
Long  time  ago : 
And  salvation's  rolling  fountain. 
Now  freely  flows. 

2  Once  His  voice  in  tones  of  pity,  J*" 

Melted  in  woe, 
And  He  wept  o'er  Judah's  city, 
Long  time  ago. 

3  On  His  head  the  dews  of  midnight 

Fell,  long  ago  ; 
j^,  Now  a  crown  of  dazzling  sunlight 

Sits  on  His  brow. 


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4  Jesus  died — yet  lives  forever, 

No  more  to  die — 
Bleeding  Jesus,  blessed  Saviour, 
Now  reigns  on  high  ! 

5  Now  in  heaven  He's  interceding 

For  dying  men, 
Soon  He'll  finish  all  His  pleading, 
And  come  again. 

6  Budding  fig-trees  tell  that  summer 

Dawns  o'er  the  land, 
Signs  portend  that  Jesus'  coming 
Is  near  at  hand. 

100.  Whiter  than  Snow. 

Tune—S,  E.^page  69. 


E.  P.  H. 


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^EAR  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole ; 
to  liv 


I  want  Thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul; 
Break  down  ev'ry  idol,  cast  out  ev'ry  foe ; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 
C.HO. — Whiter  than  snow  ,  yes  whiter  than  snow  ; 

Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

2  Dear  Jesus,  let  nothing  unholy  remain , 
Apply  Thine  own  blood,  and  extract  ev'ry  stain ; 
To  get  this  blest  washing,  I  all  things  forego  } 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

3  Dear  Jesus,  come  down  from  Thy  throne  in  the  skies* 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice ; 

I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know  j — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  Thou  see'st  I  patiently  wait; 
Come  now,  and  within  me  a  new  heart  create  ; 

To  those  who  have  sought  Thee,  Thou  never  saidgt 

no, — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  winter  than  snow. 

5  Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  Thy  crucified  feet 

By  faith,  for  my  cleansing;  I  see  Thy  blood  flow, — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

6  The  blessing,  by  fiiith,  I  receive  from  above i 
Oh,  glory  !  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love  ; 

My  prayer  has  prevailed,  and  this  moment  I  know 
The  blood  is  applied,  I  am  whiter  than  snow. 
Cho. — Whiter  than  snow;  yes  whiter  than  snow. 

Dear  Jesus,  Thy  blood  makes  me  whiter  than  snow. 


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'101.       Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by. 

Tune—S,  E.^  page  70. 

WHAT  means  this  eager,  anxious  throng, 
Pressing  our  busy  streets  along — 
These  wondrous  gatherings  day  by  day  ? 
What  means  this  strange  commotion,  pray  ? 
II:  Voices,  in  accents  hushed,  reply, 
*'  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by  !"  :|| 

2  E'en  children  feel  the  potent  spell, 

^      And  haste  tbeir  new-found  joy  to  teU ; 
In  crowds  they  to  .the  place  repair, 
Where  Christians  daily  bow  in  prayer, 
j|:  Hosannas  mingle  with  the  cry, 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by !"  :ll 

3  Jesus  !  'tis  He  who  once  below, 

Man's  pathway  trod,  'mid  pain  and  woe  j 
And  burdened  hearts,  where'er  He  came, 
Brought  out  their  sick,  and  deaf,  aiid  lame/ 
il:  Blind  men  rejoiced  to  hear  the  cry, 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by !"  Ml" 

4  Again  He  comes,  from  place  to  place 
His  holy  foot-prints  we  can  trace  ; 
He  pauses  at  our  threshold — nay, 
He  enters,  condescends  to  stay! 

II:  Shall  we  not  gladly  raise  the  cry, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by  V  :ll 

5  Ho,  all  ye  heavy-laden,  come  ] 
Here's  pardon,  comfort,  rest,  a  home ; 
Lost  wanderers  from  a  Father's  face, 
Return,  accept  His  proffered  grace  !  " 
||:  Ye  tempted !  there's  a  refuge  nigh, 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by !"  :ll 

6  But  if  ^ou  still  this  call  refuse. 

And  dare  such  wondrous  love  abuse, 
Soon  will  He  sadly  from  you  turn, 
Your  bitter  prayer  injustice  spurn : 
II:  "  Too  late !  too  late  !"  will  be  cry, 
''  Jesus  of  Nazareth  has  passed  %."  :j| 

Miss  Campbell,  1864, 

1 02.  Sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Tuners.  E.,  page  71. 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Fatlier's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known : 


60  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
li:  And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer.  :ll 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  \ 
The  joy  I  feel,  the  bliss  I  share, 

Of  those  whose  anxious  spirits  burn 
With  strong  desire  for  thy  return. 
With  such  I  hasten  to  the  place. 
Where  God,  my  Saviour,  shows  His  face, 
II:  And  gladly  take  my  station  there, 

To  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer.  :II 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Ent^age  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face. 
Believe  His  word,  and  trust  His  grace, 
II:  I'll  cast  on  Him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  i  ;!l 

4  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer 
May  I  thy  consolation  share ; 

'^^  Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height,' 

'^;  .        I  view  my  heaven,  and  take  my  flight ; 
This  robe  of  liesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
II:  And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air. 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer.  :1I 

Rev.  W.  W.  Walford,  18i6. 

103.       Sweeping  through  the  gates. 

TuneS.  E.,  page  72. 
'HO,  who  are  these  beside  the  chilly  wave, 
Just  on  the  borders  of  the  silent  grave, 
Shoutiug  Jesus'  pow'r  to  save, 

Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  : 
Cho. — 11:  "  Sweeping  thro'  the  gales ''  to  the  New  Jeru- 
salem, 
"  Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb."  :ll 

2  These,  these  are  they  who  in  their  youthful  days 
Found  Jesus  early  and  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Prov'd  the  fulness  of  His  grace, 

Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb : 

3  These,  these  are  they  who  in  affliction's  woes 
Ever  have  found  in  Jesus  calm  repose, 
Such  as  from  a  pure  heart  floivs, 

Wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lam.b : 


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4  These,  these  are  they  who  in  the  conflict  dire 
Boldly  have  stood  amid  the  hottest  lire  ; 
Jesus  now  says,  "  Come  up  higher:" 
Wash'd  in  the  hlood  of  the  Lamb  : 

T.  C.  O'Kane,  1872. 

104.  Pass  me  not. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  73. 

PASS  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 
Hear  my  humble  cry  ; 
While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 
Cho. — Saviour,  Saviour,  hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  othei's  Thou  tirt  calling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief^ 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merit, 

Would  1  seek  Thy  face  ; 
Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  Thy  grace. 

4  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me  ; 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  Thee  ? 
Whom  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1868. 

105.  Doubt  not. 

Tune—S.  K,page  73. 

AUT  thou  weary  ?  art  thou  languid? 
Art  thou  sore  distressed  ? 
Come  to  Me,  saith  One,  and  coming. 
On  My  bosom  rest. 
Cho. — Doubting  sinner, 

Doubt  not,  but  believe. 
He  who  saved  ten  thousand  others 
He  will  thee  receive. 

2  By  what  tokens  may  I  know  Him, 

Wh^n  I  seek  my  guide  ? 
In  His  feet  and  hands  are  nail-prints. 
Spear  wound  in  His  side. 

3  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me. 

Will  He  say  me  nay  '? 
Not  till  earth  and  not  till  heaven 
Shall  have  passed  away. 

Hev,  J.  M,  Neale,  alt. 


62  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


106.  A  child's  prayer. 

"The  first  Sunday  you  were  here,  I  thought  to  hear  some 
stories.  I  went  to  the  meeting.  I  thought  very  different 
when  you  told  about  little  Jemmy  ;  and  when  I  was  going 
home  I  saw  some  little  children  crying  for  their  sins.  I  felt 
that  I  was  a  sinner,  and  when  I  got  home  I  did  not  feel  very 
happy,  so  I  went  and  prayed  ;  and  since  then  I  have  given 
my  heart  to  Jesus,  and  I  think  that  He  has  accepted  it. 
Yesterday  I  was  singing  out  of  your  Hymn  Book,  and  I  felt 
BO  happy  that  I  knelt  right  down  where  I  was  and  prayed  ; 
and  now  I  feel  happy  in  Jesus,  and  want  to  work  for  Him. 

"  Your  little  friend, '* 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  74. 

LORD,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray ; 
Give  me  the  words  I  ought  to  say ; 
For  I  am  young  and  very  weak, 
And  know  not  how  I  ought  to  speak. 

2  My  little  prayers  I've  often  said 
With  eyelids  closed  and  bowed  head; 

•  But  oh,  I'm  very  much  afraid 

That  with  my  heart  I've  never  prayed. 

3  But  now,  O  God,  be  pleased  to  take 
Away  this  heart  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Oh,  give  me  one  that  loves  to  pray, 
And  read  the  Bible  every  day. 

4  Show  me  how,  on  the  cruel  tree, 
Jesus  has  bled  and  died  for  me  : 
Help  me  to  give  myself  to  Him, 
That  I  may  hate  and  flee  from  sin. 

5  And  now,  O  Lord,  hear  this  my  prayer ; 
Keep  me  beneath  Thy  watchful  care  ; 
And  when  I  die,  be  pleased  to  take 

Mv  soul  to  heaven,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

''  E.  P.  II. 

107.  The  Love  of  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  jpage  71. 
KNOW  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul, 

_  And  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole ; 

My  nature  is  by  sin  deiiled, 

Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
2.  How  kind  in  Jesus,  oh,  how  good! 

'Twas  for  mv  soul  He  shed  His  blood  ; 

For  children's  sake  He  was  reviled, 

For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
3  When  I  offend,  by  thought  or  tongue, 

Omit  the  riglit  or  do  the  wrong, 

If  I  repent  He's  reconciled, 

For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 


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4  To  me  may  Jesus  now  impart, 
Allhough  80  young,  a  gracious  heart ; 
Alas  ?  I'm  oft  by  sin  defiled, 
Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 

108.  Ohrist  weeping. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  lo, 

THE  Son  of  God  o'er  sinners  weeps, 
Because  they  will  not  hear  His  cry! 
How  hard  the  heart  must  be  that  keeps 
Its  love  from  Him  who  came  to  die ! 

2  Oh !  Jesus,  make  us  more  like  Thee, 

That  we  may  warn,  but  yet  with  tears ; 
And  then  from  wrath  will  sinners  flee, 

And  Thou  wilt  shield  them  from  their  fears. 

3  Oh  !  draw  us  nearer  to  Thy  heart, 

That  we  may  feel  its  throbs  of  love  ; 
Then  when  we  preach,  the  tears  will  start, 
And  all  will  seek  a  home  above. 

4  Oh  !  sinners,  think  of  Him  who  shed 

For  you  His  tears  of  heartfel t  grief ; 

Oh  !  come  and  trust  in  Hinx^who  bled. 

That  you  from  sin  mi^ht  hnd  relief. 

E.  P.  H. 

109.  Fulness  of. love. 

Tune  S.  E.,  page  75. 

I  THIRST,  Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  Thy  cleansing  blood  : 
To  dwell  within  Thy  wounds ;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  Thee  : 

§eal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelterd  in  Thy  bleedmg  side ! 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  Thou  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  Thy  grace  to  move ; 
O  wondi'ous  gi-ace !  O  boundless  love  ! 

Tr.  hy  J.  Wesley, 


g4  HTMUfS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


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110.  The  mercy-seat. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  75. 
ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
Tiiere  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 
''2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 
3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

Hugh  Stowell,  1827. 

111.  Doxology. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
]5e  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

lis.  Work.  '^''*- 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  76. 

WORK,  for  the  night  is  coming. 
Work  thro'  the  morning  hours; 
Woi'k  while  the  dew  is  sparlding, 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers 
Work  wlien  the  day  grows  brighter;, 

Work  in  the  j^lowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming,  * 

Wheli  manV  work  is  done. 

2  Work  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  m  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Kest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  fortne  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunsei  ekies ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  the  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

Rev.  S.  Dyer,  alt. 


HTMJSrS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


113.      .     Thine,  Lord,  forever! 

Tune — S.  E.,  x>age  76. 

THINE,  Lord,  forever ! 
Purchas'd  by  blood  divine, 
Eescued  and  saved  by  Thee, 
Lord,  I  am  Thine  ! 

2  Thine,  Lord,  forever ! 

Thro'  storm  and  tempest  wild, 
Trusting  confidingly, 
I  am  Thy  child  ! 

3  Thine,  Lord,  forever ! 

Cheered  by  Thy  precious  word. 
Thro'  darkness,  doubts,  and  fears  ; 
Thine,  Thine,  O  Lord. 

4  Thine,  Lord,  forever ! 

Though  death  shall  lay  me  low, 
E'en  in  th*it  dreadful  hour 
Thine,  Lord,  I  know ! 

5  Thine,  Lord,  forever ! 

When  safe  before  Thy  throne 
I  stand,  forevermore 
Thine,  Thine,  alone ! 

W.  Bennett. 

1 14.  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  77, 

A  LITTLE  child  I  pray, 
My  dearest  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Take  all  my  sins  away, 

And  grant  Thy  love  to  me.  « 
'   Cho,— Jesus  died  for  me, 

I  will  sing  His  praise : 
From  my  sins  He  sets  me  free, 
I'll  serve  Him  all  my  days. 

2  A  sinner,  Lord,  am  I, 

I  feel  it  in  my  heart ; 
If  I  were  called  to  die. 
Then  Thou  and  I  must  part. 

3  But  Jesus  He  has  bled 

Upon  the  cruel  tree  ; 
'Twas  there  He  bowed  His  head, 
And  agonized  for  me. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  I  am  Thine, 

I  love  to  sing  Thy  praise^ 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Thy  home  shall  now  be  mine, 
Throughout  eternal  days. 

Cho. — Jesus  died  for  thee, 

Wilt  thou  trust  in  Him  ; 
From  thy  sins  He'll  set  thee  free, 
And  give  thee  peace  within. 

E,  P.  H, 

115.  AH  to  Christ  I  owe. 

Tune— S.  E.,  page  77. 

IHEAB  the  Saviour  say, 
Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray, 
Find  in  Me  thy  all  in  all. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  to  Him  I  owe, 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain  ; 
He  washed  it  white  as  brow. 

2  Lord  now  indeed  I  fhid 

Thy  blood  and  Thine  alone, 
Can  change  the  lepers  spots, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

3  Then  down  beneath  His  cross 

I'll  lay  my  sin-sick  soul, 
For  naught  have  I  to  bring — 
Thy  grace  must  make  me  whole. 

4  And  then  complete  in  Him, 

My  robe  His  righteousness. 
Close  sheltered  "neath  His  side, 
I  am  divinely  blest.— 

5  Wfieu  fi'om  my  dying  bed, 

My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 
Then  "  Jesus  paid  it  all," 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

Mrs,  E.  M.  Hall,  1865, 

116.  Eedeeming  work. 

TuneS.  E.,  page  77. 

REDEP]MING  work  is  done ; 
The  debt  of  sin  is  paid  ; 
The  precious  Lamb  of  God, 
My  sacrifice  is  made. 

2  I'll  bow  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  plead  His  grace  so  free : 
I'll  wash  me  in  His  blood, 
That  blood  was  shed  for  mo. 


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3  Yes,  Jesus  paid  it  all, 
To  Him  toe  glory  be  ; 
His  love  my  pardon  speaks. 
And  grace  has  set  me  free. 

Fanny  J,  Crosby,  3869. 

117.  Dnane  Street. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  78. 

JESUS,  my  All,  to  heav'n  is  gone — 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view  ; 
The  way  tlie  holy  prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace.  ^ 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 
The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 
*'  Come  hithei',  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

John  Cennick,  1743. 

118.  Heaven. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  78. 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 
Resplendent  with  eternal  day  ; 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 

While  God's  own  Word  reveals  the  way. 
There  shall  the  favorites  of  the  Lord 

With  never-failing  lustre  shine  ; 
Surprising  honor,  vast  reward, 
Conferred  on  man  by  love  divine ! 

119.  Siloam. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  78. 

WITHIN  the  Kedron's  rocky  dell, 
Beneath  Moriah's  frowning  face  ; 
Siloam 's  waters  often  tell 

Of  Jesus'  love  and  wondrous  grace  ; 
There  softly  flows  Siloam's  rill, 

^  in  the  day  Isaiah  sang; 
'Twas  there  the  blind  man's  heart  did  thrill, 
While  with  his  song  the  valley  rang. 
2  Siloam  means  "  one  sent  from  God," 
Such  is  the  lovely  name  it  bears  ; 


68  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


It  teaches  that  from  His  abode, 

Are  blessings  that  should  banish  cares  : 

Dear  Saviour,  like  this  sparkling  spring, 
May  we  to  others  speak  of  Thee  ; 

That  they,  with  us,  may  also  sing, 

"  See  w^hat  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

E.  P.  H.,  1866. 

120.  Hiding  Place. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  78. 

HAJL,  sovereign  loA^e,  that  first  begaa 
The  scheme  -to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That,  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-pUice  ; 
Against  the  God  that  rnles  the  sky 
I  fought  with  liand  uplifted  high  ; 
Despised  His  rich,  abounding  grace, 
Too  pi'oud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

2  But  thus  the  eternal  counsel  ran  : 
"  Almighty  love,  arrest  the  man.  " 
I  felt  the  arrow  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 
Indignant  justice  stood  in  view  ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  1  Hew  ; 
But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 

3  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  1  heard. 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appeared  ; 
She  led  me  on,  wdth  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place  : 

On  Him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 
That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell. 
He  bore  it  for  the  chosen  race  ; 
And  thus  became  their  hiding-place. 

Jehoiada  Brewer,  1776 

121.  The  happy  choice. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  78. 

^0-DAY  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice ; 
Now  is  tbe  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  w^ill  you  to  Mount  Zion  gol 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
Ye  Avand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  res^p> 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

Anon,  1808. 


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122.  Polished  Stones. 

"  Ye  also  as  lively  stones  are  built  up  a  spiritual  house,  * 
*  *  acceptable  to  G-od  by  Jesus  Christ.  "    1  Pet.  ii  :  6. 
Tune—S.  E.,  page  78. 

LORD,  grant  tliat  we  by  faitb  may  see, 
Our  new  Jerusalem  above  ; 
Where  we  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

Shall  dwell  with  Thee  where  all  is  love  ; 
Awhile  we  linger  here  below, 

Where  oft  it  seems  so  dark  and  drear  ; 
Bat  soon  to  Zion's  courts  we'll  go, 
Where  none  shall  ever  shed  a  tear. 
2  Then  shall  Jerusalem  be  ours, 

Where  Prophets  and  the  Martyrs  dwell ; 
Then  shall  we  pass  the  golden  hours, 
In  joys  that  none  on  earth  can  tell : 
Help  us  with  patience,  Lord,  to  bear 
The  strokes  of  Thine  afflicting  rod ; 
As  stones  well  polished  by  Thy  care. 
May  we  in  Heaven  grace  Thine  abode. 

E.  P.  H.  1866. 

123.  The  Harvest. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  78. 

LIFT  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Behold'the  fields  ali-eady  white  ! 
Tlie  glorious  harvest  now  is  come  ; 
See  ransom'd  sinners  flocking  home  : 
Mov'd  by  the  Spirit's  softest  wind, 
Their  hearts  are  all  as  one  inclin'd, 
•  Their  former  sins  and  follies  mourn, 

They  bow,  and  to  their  God  return. 

124.  Open  Wide  the  Gates. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  80. 
iEAR  Saviour,  open  wide  the  gate, 
r  And  let  thy  trembling  child  come  in  ; 
I  long  to  leave  this  earthly  state. 
And  soar  away  from  care  and  sin. 

2  With  eye  of  faith  e'en  now  I  see 
The  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wings  ; 

With  songs  of  holy  ecstacy, 
They're  sounding  grace  on  all  their  strings. 

3  But  One  I  see  amid  the  throng, 
His  head  with  radiant  glory  crowned  ; 

He  is  the  object  of  their  song', 
His- praises  through  high  heaven  resound. 


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70  HYMNS  OF  SONG  JEVANGEL. 


4  Soon  feliall  I  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
Where  sits  my  Saviour  on  the  throne  ; 
With  saints  and  angels  strike  my  lyre, 
In  praising  Him  whose  blood  atoned. 

E.  P.  H,  1866. 

125.  The  penitent  Child. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  80. 

ALTHOUGH  a  child,  I've  often  sought, 
To  know  the  way  to  heaven  ; 
Of  Jesus  I  have  long  been  tatight. 
But  never  been  forgiven. 

2  With  sorrow  deep  I've  ne'er  confessed 

How  wicked  I  have  been  ; 
But  look,  O  Lord,  within  my  breast. 
And  teach  me  all  my  sin. 

3  And  help  me,  Lord,  with  grief  heart-felt, 

To  sorrow  for  my  guilt. 
Dear  Jesus,  cause  niy  heart  to  melt, — 
For  me  Thy  blood  was  spilt. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  now  to  Thee  I  come. 

To  Thee  alone  I  cling  ; 
Oh  !  take  me  to  Thy  glorious  home. 
And  then  Thy  praise  I'll  sing. 

E,  P.  H. 

126.  He  shall  appear. 

Tune— S.  E.,  page  SI. 
^^'TJHE  second  time"  "  He  shall  appear," 

X   We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
To  rescue  those  to  Him  most  dear ;  • 

Well  be  gathered  home; 
The  "  dead  in  Christ "  shall  then  arise. 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
And  •*  with  th«  Lord  "  ascend  the  skies. 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  work  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  work  'till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  'till  Jesus  comes, 
And  then  be  gathered  home. 
2  Then  in  the  "  twinkling  of  an  eye," 
We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
"  Shall  w^ebe  changed,"  no  more  to  die  ; 

We'll  be  gathered  home ;  • 

And  "  with  the  Lord,"  we  each  will  sing. 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
How  He  from  deatli  removes  "  the  sting," 
We'll  be  gathered  home ; 


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HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  7I 

3  We're  going  to  our  home  above, 
We'll  be  gatliered  home  ; 
Where  we  Bhall  dwell  in  blissful  love, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Though  oft  we  here  are  tilled  with  fears, 

We'll  be  gatliered  home  ; 
He  there  will  wipe  away  our  tears. 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 

E.  P.  H,  1873. 

1 9-7.  We'll  be  gathered  home. 

Tune-  S.  E.,page  81. 
FY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
L  We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  sorrow  enters  there, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
We'll  be  gathered  home. 
Cho. — We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high. 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky. 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
When  from  this  eai-thly  prison  free, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be, 

We'll  be  gathered  home. 

3  While  here  a  stranger  far  from  home. 

We'll  be  gathered  home ; 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam, 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own. 

We'll  be  gathered  home  ; 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 

We'll  be  gathered  home. 

Eev,  W.  Hunter* 

128.  Our  righteousness. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  82. 

OLORD,  how  can  I  come  to  Thee, 
All  covered  o'er  with  sin  ! 
My  wicked  heart  would  from  Thee  flee, 
How  sinful  1  have  been. 


72  HYMJSS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Cho. — I  want  to  love  Jesus, 
I  want  to  love  Jesus, 
I  want  to  love  Jesus, 
Because  He  first  loved  me. 

2  Black  marks  of  sin  are  on  my  soul, 

Sin  is  my  only  dress  ; 
My  wickedness  can  ne'er  be  told, 
I  have  no  righteousness. 

3  The  wedding  garment  is  not  mine  ! 

Oh  !  in  that  last  great  day, 
From  which,  for  aye,  shall  be  no  time, 
Oh  then,  what  wilt  Thou  say  ? 

4  Oh,  now,  dear  Saviour,  give  me  Thine, 

Thy  blood-bought  righteousness  : 
For  Thine  own  sake  pfease  make  it  mine, 
My  soul's  all  perfect  dress. 
Clio. — Oh,  then  I'll  love  Jesus, 
Oh,  then  I'll  love  Jesus, 
Oh ,  then  I'll  love  Jesus, 
Because  He  first  loved  me. 

5  Help  me  henceforth  to  hate  those  sins 

Which  caused  Thee  so  much  pain ; 
Thy  praises  evermore  I'll  hymn. 
Tby  loss  was  all  my  gain. 

129.  Blest  Jesus. 

Time—S.  E,,  page  82. 

BLEST  Jesus !  when  my  soaring  tho'te, 
O'er  all  Thy  graces  rove. 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, 
In  wonder,  joy  and  Iovq. 
Cho. — O  how  I  love  Jesus,. 
O  how  I  love  Jesus, 
O  how  I  love  Jesus, 
Because  He  first  loved  me. 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 

Like  Thy  beloved  name  ; 
Nor  aught'beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see ; 

But  what  is  life  with  nil  its  bliss, 

If  once  compared  with  Tiiee. 

4  Hast  Thou  a  rival  in  my  breast? 

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HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  73 

If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 
5  No ;  Thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 
My  portion  and  my  joy  : 
Forever  let  Tliy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

OUivjell  Heginhotham.  17G7. 

130.  The  hallowed  Cross. 

Tune — >S'.  E.,  page  83. 

THE  cross !  the  cross !  the  blood-stained  cross  ! 
The  hallowed  cross  I  see  ! 
Ueminding  me  of  precious  blood, 
That  once  was  shed  for  me. 
Cho. — Oh,  the  blood  !  the  precious  blood  1 
That  Jesus  shed  for  me : 
Upon  the  cross  in  crimson  flood, 
Jrfst  now  by  faith  I  see. 

2  That  cross !  that  cross  !  the  heavy  cross, 

My  Saviour  bore  for  me, 
Which  bowed  Him  to  the  earth  with  grief, 
On  sad  Mount  Calvary. 

3  How  light !  how  light !  this  precious  cross. 

Presented  to  my  view ; 
And  while,  with  care  I  take  it  up, 
Behold  the  crown  my  due. 

4  The' crown  !  the  crown  !  the  glorious  crown! 

The  crown  of  victory  J 
The  crown  of  life  !  it  shall  be  mine, 
When  Jesus  I  shall  see. 

5  My  tears,  unbidden,  seem  to  flow 

For  lovOj,  unbounded  love,  — 

Which  guides  me  through  this  world  of  woe, 
And  points  to  joys  above. 

Mrs.  M.  A.  Holt,  186. 

131.  Looking  to  Jesiis. 

Tune — S.  E. ,  page  84. 

LOOKING  only  to  Jesus,  the  Crucified  One 
Who  invites  all  that  mourn,  will  you  come?  will 
you  come  ? 
•1  have  left  all  my  sins  at  the  foot  of  the  cross, 
Sinful  pleasures  are  now  to  my  taste  but  as  dross. 
2  Oh  how  oft  have  I  heard  of  the  Saviour  who  died, 
That  my  fears  might  be  quelled,  and   my  tears  all  be 

dried ; 
But,  alas  !  my  proud  heart  was  stubborn  to  yield. 
To  His  kind  invitation  to  come  and  be  healed, 


74  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


3  But  at  length  God  in  mercy  has  led  me  to  see, 
That  if  1  would  find  safety,  to  Christ  I  must  flee  ; 
The  avenger  of  blood  I  have  seen  on  my  track, 
But  with  Jesus  my  refuge  I'll  never  turn  back. 

4  Still  to  Jesus  I'll  look,  though  life's  journey  he  long ; 
When  approaching  the  river,  let  this  be  my  song : 

All  my  sins  washed  away  in  the  joeace-speaking  blood, 
Come,  dear  Jesus,  come  quickly  and  take  me  to  God. 

E.P.H. 

1 32.  The  coming  of  the  Lord. 

Tune — S.  E.,  jiage  84. 

THOU  hast  taught  us,  dear  Jesus,  to  look  for  the  day 
Wlien  the  trumpet  shall  sound  that  shall  call  us 
away. 
And  when  those  who  have  died  in  the  faith  shall  arise 
And  with  us  who  remain^  be  '  caught  up '  to  the  skies. 

2  "  Behold,  quickly  I  come,"  were  Thy  Avoids  long  ago, 
But,  oh !  why,  tell  us  why,  is  Thy  progress  so  slow  ! 
Oh  !     how  many  have -watched,  and  have  waited  in 

vain, 
And  have  died  without  seeing  Thee  coming  again. 

3  Well  we  know,  blessed  Lord,  though    the   journey 

seems  long — 
Thou  art  hastening  the  day,  when  with  one  joyful  song. 
We  shall  hail   Thine  appeanng  with  sweet  songs  of 

praise, 
And  for  ever  shall  dwell  with  the  '  Ancient  of  days.* 

4  O  Lord !    we  would   stand  with  our  lamps  burning 

bright, 
For  Thy  Word  doth  declare  that  far  spent  is  the  night; 
Therefore,  till  Thou  shalt  come,  we  will  cling  to  Thy 

Word, 
And  be  '  like  unto  men  that  do  wait  for  their  Lord.' 

E.  P,  H. 

133.  The  garden  hymn. 

Tune — S.  E.,  -page  85. 

THE  Lord  into  His  garden  comes. 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 
II:  The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ;  :|| 
Refreshing  show'rs  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

II :  VVhich  makes  the  dead  revive.  :li 
2  This  makes  the  diy  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  AVJiter  to  abound, 
II:  And  fruitful  soil  become  ;  :l! 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,  75 

The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  His  foes, 
II:  And  makes  His  people  one.  :ll 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

||:  My  soul  a  witness  is,  :|| 
Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me  ; 

II:  Who  comes  to  Christ  may  live.  :|| 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

|,|:  Who  will  them  all  relieve  ;  :[| 
None  are  too  late  if  they  repent ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

II:  Jesus  did  him  receive.  :|j 

5  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun,. 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  tiirone, 

[j:  From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  :ll 
It  comes  in  lioods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

11:  And  yet  we  still  are  dry.  :i| 

6  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above. 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

H:  Well  drink  a  full  supply  ;  :|j 
,     Jesus  will  lead  His  armies  through, 
To  living  fonntains  where  they  flow, 
U:  That  never  wuU  run  dry. :  11 

7  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing. 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

11:  Wiien  all  the  saints  get  home  ;  :ll 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

II  :For  Jesns  bids  us  come.  :|i 

8  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 
II:  Anjd  claim  my  mansion  there  ;ll 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land", 
II:  Where  we  shall  part  no  more.  :ll 

John  Newton. 

134.  The  Solid  Eock. 

Tune—S.  E,  page  86. 

MY"  liope  is  built  on  nothing  less* 
Than  Jesus'blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 
On  Cliriiit,  tlie  S(»Ud  Rock,  I  ,-tand  ; 
All  Oliver  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


76  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  His  face, 
I  rest  on  His  uQchangiug  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stoi-my  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vale ; 
On  Christ,  the  Solid  Hock,  I  stand  ; 
All  other  groiiud  is  sinking  sand. 

3  His  oath,  His  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  me  in  tlie  whelming  llood ; 
Wlien  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay; 
On  Cinist,  the  Solid  Rock  I  stand  ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

Rev.  E.  Mote,  1825. 

135.  The  atoning  blood. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  86. 

WHEN  first  o'erwhelmed  with  sin  and  shame, 
To  Jesus'  cross  I  trembling  came  ; 
l^urdened  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fear, 
Yet  drawn  by  Love,  I  ventured  near, 
II:  And  pardon  found,  and  peace  with  God, 
In  Jesus'  rich  atoning  blood.  :l! 

2  My  sin  is  gone,  my  fear  is  o'er, 

I  shun  His  presence  now  no  more ; 

He  sits  upon  the  throne  of  grace,  ,   • 

He  bids  me  boldly  seek  His  face  ; 

II:  Sprinkled  upon  the  throne  of  God, 

I  see  that  rich  atoning  blood  :ll 

3  Before  His  face  my  Priest  appears ; 
My  Advocate  the  Father  hears ; 
That  precious  blood  before  His  e3^es, 
Both  day  and  night  for  mercy  cries  ; 
II:  It  speaks,  it  ever  speaks  to  God — 
The  voice  of  that  atoning  blood.  :ll 

4  By  faith  tluit  voice  I  also  hear  ; 

It  anwers  doubt,  it  stills  each  fear; 
Th'accuser  seeks  in  vain  to  move 
The  wrath  of  Him  whose  name  is  Love  ; 
II:  Each  charge  against  the  sons  of  God 
Is  silenced  by  th'atoning  blood.  :ll 

Jas.  Geo.  Deck,  1835. 

1 36.  Entreaty. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  87. 
"OW  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  He's  interceding, 
Taking  there  the  dinner's  part. 


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Sinner,  can  you  hate  the  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  Him  from  your  arms  1 
Once  He  died  for  your  behavior, 

Now  He  calls  you  by  His  charms. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  His  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behavior  ; 

Oh,  repent,  return,  and  pray. 
Oh,  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife ; 
Endless  joy  or  endless  anguish 

Turn  upon  the  events  of  life. 

3  Now  He's  waiting  to  be  gracious  ; 

Now  He  stands  and  looks  on  thee ; 
See  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity 

Shine  around  on  you  and  me, 
Open  now  your  hearts  before  Him ; 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,  and  oh,  adore  Him ; 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  siu. 

137.  The  kind  Shepherd. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  87. 

SAVIOUR,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading. 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share. 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know.  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  tliere,  secure  from  harm. 
VS-  Never  from  Thy  pasture  roving. 
Let  them  be  the  Lion's  prey  ; 
Let  Thy  tejaderness,  so  loving. 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 
Then,  withiu  Thy  fold  eternal. 

Let  them  find  a  resting  place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drinli  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

Wm.  A.  Muhlenberg,  1823. 

138.  Mercy's  Pree. 

Tune—S.  E. ,  page  88. 
>Y  faith  I  view  mj^  Saviour  dying, 
}  On  the  tree.  On  the  tree  : 
To  every  nation  He  is  crying, 
JiOokto  me,  Look  to  me  ; 


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78  ETMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear: 
Hark  \  hark !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
Mercy's  free  !  Mercy's  free  ! 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me?  Pity  me? 
And  did  He  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin? 

Can  it  be  ?  Can  it  be  ? 
Oh,  yes  !  He  did  salvation  bring  ; 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
And  now  my  ha})py  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free !  Mercy's  free  ! 

3  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes  ; 

Mercy's  free  f  Mercy's  free  ! 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me.  Unto  me ; 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  thro'  this  wilderness  I  rove, 
All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love, 

Mercy's  free  ?  Mercy's  free  ! 

4  Long  as  I  live,  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free  !  Mercy's  free  !  ' 

And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free !  Mercy's  free  ! 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  Pve  passed, 
When  lodg'd  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free !  Mercy's  free ! 

Richard  Jukes,  1841. 

139.  The  Golden  Harvest. 

Tune—S,  E.,  page  89. 
TAITING  is  the  golden  harvest, 
Waiting  is  the  golden  grain, 
While  the  Master  calls  for  reapers 
From  the  hill-side  and  the  plain  ? 
Ref. — Who  is  willing  ?  who  is  ready  ? 
Who  will  go  to  work  to  day  ? 
See  the  golden  harvest  waiting, 
Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? 

2  Truly  is  the  harvest  plenteous. 
Bat  the  laborers  are  few  ; 

Pray  ye  that  the  Lord  of  harvest 
Send  forth  workmen  tried  and  true. 

3  Will  the  Master  hold  us  guiltless, 
If  the  work  be  left  undone  ? 

If  for  lack  of  labor  perish 
Precious  souls  we  might  have  won  ? 


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4  Haste,  oh,  hasten,  willing  workers, 
Swiftly  speed  the  hours  away  ; 
Harken  to  the  Master's  warning, 
"  Work  ye  while  'tis  called  to-day." 

Annie  Cummings. 

140.  Oome  to  Jesus  just  now. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  90. 

COME  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesas, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now, 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  you. 

3  O  believe  Him. 

4  He  is  able. 

5  He  is  willing. 

6  He'll  receive  you*    , 

7  Flee  to  Jesus. 

8  Call  unto  Him. 

9  Jesus,  save  me. 

10  He  will  hear  you. 

11  He'll  forgive  you. 

12  He  will  cleanse  you. 

13  He'll  renew  you. 

14  He  will  clothe  you. 

15  Jesus  loves  you. 

1 6  Don't  reject  Him. 

17  Only  trust  Him. 

18  You  will  praise  Him. 

^  E.  P.  Hammond, 

141.  The  Lord  will  provide. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  91. 

[N  some  way  or  other 
The  Lord  will  provide ; 
.    It  may  not  be  my  way, 
It  may  not  be  th'i/  way, 
And  yet,  in  His  own  way, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 
Cho. — It  may  .not  be  m?/  way, 
It  may  not  be  iJiy  way. 
And  yet,  in  His  own  way. 
The  Lord  will  provide. 


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80  HY3INS  OF  SONG  EVANG£]Jj. 


2  At  some  time  or  other 

The  Lord  will  provide  ; 
It  may  not  be  my  time, 
It  may  not  be  thy  time, 
And  yet,  in  IWs'oivn  time, 

The  Lord  will  provide.     . 

3  Despond,  then,  no  longer ; 

The  Lord  will  provide  ; 
And  this  be  the  token — 
No  word  He  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken, — 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  March  on,  then,  right  boldly  ; 

The  sea  shall  divide  ; 
The  pathway  made  glorious 
With  shoutings  victorious, 
We'll  join  in  the  chorus. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

Mrs.  M.  A.  W.  Cooh, 

142.  Eesponse  to  "  Oome  to  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  90. 

I  AM  coming,  I  am  coming 
To  my  Saviour,  just  now, 
Just  now  I  am  coming, 
I  am  coming  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  me,  &c. 

3  ni  believe  Him. 

4  Jesus  help  me. 

5  Help  me  trust  Thee; 

6  I  love  Jesus. 

7  III  obey  Him. 

8  Work  for  Jesus. 

9  We  will  praise  Him. 
10  Hallelujah,  "Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Amen; 
Amen,  Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

143.  Even  me. 

The  following  note  was  read  at  one  of  the  large  union  prayer 
meetings  in  the  First  Presbyterian  church,  (O.  S  )  Rochester* 

"But  Saturday  afternoon,  at  the  First  Presbyterian 
church,  when  they  all  sang  those  beautiful  Avords,  '  and 
blessing  others,  O  bless  me,  even  me.'    It  seemed  to  reacb 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  ilVANGEL.  81 


•iy  very  soul.  I  thought  Jesus  can  accept  'me,  even  me,'  a 
lad,  \Yicked,  passionate  mother  ;  and  it  brought  me  to  His 
eet,  and  I  feel  my  burden  of  sin  removed.  Jesus  has  ac- 
epted  ME,  EVEN  ME.  Can  you  wonder  that  I  love  those 
vords'  may  I  too  sing  them  when  He  shall  take  me  before 
.iis  throne,  and  accept  even  me.     God  bless  you. 

"Yours  truly,  A  Conveht." 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  92. 

LORD,  I  bear  of  sliowers  of  blessing, 
Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free  ; 
Show'rs  the  thirsty  land  refreshing, 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  nie — Even  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  my  Father, 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 

Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather, 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me — Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour, 
Let  me  live  and  cling  to  Thee  ; 

Fain  I'm  longing  for  T?hy  favor; 

Whil'st  Thou'rt  calling,  call  for  me — Even  me.. 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 
Thou  can'st  make  the  blind  to  see ; 

Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit. 
Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — Even  me. 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless, 

Blood,  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free  ; 

Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless. 

Magnify  it  all  in  me — Even  me." 

6  Pass  me  not.  Thy  lost  one  bringing  ; 

Bind  my  heart,  0  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Wliilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing. 
Blessing  others,  oh,  Uess  me — Even  me 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Codner,  1860. 

144.  "Even  me." 

-  While  in  Weston-super-Mary,  England,  Mrs.  Codner  very 
kindly  gave  me   the  following  hymn,  never  before  in  print, 
which  will  be  found  expressive   of  the  joyful  feelings  of 
those  who  in  sorrow  have  sung  '  Even  Me.' 
Tune — aS'.  E.,  page  92. 

LORD  !  to  Thee  my  heart  ascending, 
For  Thy  mercy  full  and  free. 
Sings  its  thanks  for  grace  transcending, 
Grace  vouchsafed  to  sinful  me — Even  me. 
2  Holy  Father !  who  w^ith  yearning 
Of  eternal  love,  didst  see 
This  poor  blind  one's  evil  turning ; 

Tliy  didst  give  Thy  ^on  for  rae — Even  m.e. 


82  HTMNS  OF  SONG  JS  VANGEL. 


3  Precious  Saviour  !  Great  Redeemer  ! 

Praise,  eternal  praise  to  Thee  ! 
Though  so  long  a  wandering  sinner, 

Thou  hast  kindly  welcomed  me — Even  me. 

4  And  to  Thee,  O  mighty  Spirit,  , 

Blessing  shall  for  ever  be  ;  n 

Witnessing  of  Jesus'  merit. 
Thou  hast  bro't  sweet  peace  to  me — Even  me. 

5  But  I'm  lost  in  joyful  wondering, 

And  I  say —  oh,  can  it  be. 
That  there  will  be  no  more  sundering 
'  Twixt  my  blessed  Lord  and  me  ?— Even  me. 

6  Can  it  be  that  I,  an  alien. 

Now  a  child  shall  ever  be  ? 
Can  it  be  that,  all  forgiven. 

Glory  is  prepared  for  me  1 — Even  me. 

7  Yes  !  for  Jesus  liveth  ever, 

And  His  blood  hath  made  me  free ; 
From  His  love  no  foe  can  sever, 
For  He  gave  Himself  for  me — Even  me. 

8  Lord !  I  thank  Thee  for  salvation, 

Grace  so  mighty  and  so  free  ; 
Take  me  all  in  consecration, 

Glorify  Thyself  in  me — EA'^en  me. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Codner,  1867. 

145.  *  Jesus  on  the  cross. 

*♦  I  went  to  church  almost  in  despair,  and  tried  to  listen, 
when  suddenly  I  saw  the  loving  Jesus  on  the  cross  looking  \ 
at  me,  and  X  could  almost  hear  him  say  that  my  sins  were 
forgiven.  It  was  almost  too  good  to  believe.  The  next 
evening  I  could  not  help  singing  those  sweet  hymns  with 
the  rest  of  the  congregation.'' 

Twne—S.  E.,  page  58. 

JESUS  on  the  cross  I  saw, 
Bleeding,  dying,  all  for  me  ;  '\ 

1  could  almost  hear  him  say, 

*'  All  thy  sins  are  pardoned  thee.'*  ; 

Cho. — I  have  seen  Jesus,  ; 

I  have  seen  Jesus, 
I  I  have  seen  Jesus, 

My  Saviour,  on  the  cross. 

2  First  my  heart  could  scarce  believe, 
That  my  sins  were  all  forgiven, 
But  a.sisurance  I've  jeccived, 
And  I  hope  to  sing  in  heaven. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,  §3 


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3  Now  my  soul  is  full  of  joy, 
"  I  love  Jesus,  yes,  I  do ;" 
Singing  is  my  chief  employ, 

"  Jesus  smiles,  and  loves  me  too." 

E,P.H. 

146.  Lenox.  H.  M. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  9^. 
RISE,  my  soul  arise  ; 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands : — 
My  name  is  written  on  His  bauds. 

2  Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me : — 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  His  Child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

6,  Wesley.  1741. 

147.  Tonr  music  bring. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  94. 

"E  saints  !  your  music  bring. 
And  swell  the  rapturous  sound ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound : 
Tlie  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sin^ — 
Avv^ake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  strmg. 
The  cross — the  cross  alone — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Like  lightning  from  His  throne, 

Tlie  pi-ince  of  darkness  fell ; 
The  Iriimiphs  of  the  cros,s  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string-. 


Y^ 


84'  HYM^S  OF  SOJS-G  EVANGEL, 


3  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 
From,  all  the  foes  that  rise  ; 
The  cross  hatli  made  tlie  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies  ; 
The  triumphs  of  tlie  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints !  eacli  joyful  string. 

An(lrew  Reed,  1817. 

148.  On  high.       - 

Tune — *S'.  E.,  page  94. 

ri  OD  is  gone  up  on  high , 
vF  With  a  triumphant  noise  ; 
The  cUirions  of  the  sky 

Proclaim  th'  angelic  joys  : 
Join,  all  on  earth'1  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

2  All  power  to  ouv  great  Lord 

Is  by  the  Father  given, 
By  angel-hoists  adored, 

He  reigns  supreme  in  heaven  ; 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing — 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

3  Then  all  on  earth,  renewed 

In  righteousness  divine, 
With  all  the  hosts  of  God, 

In  one  great  chorus  join  : 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glorv's  King. 

C.  Wfsley,  1747. 

149.  Jesns. 

Tune  S.  E.,  page  M. 

JESUS — transporting  name  ! 
It  charms  the  hosts  above  ; 
Tiiey  evermore  proclaim, 

And  wonder  at  His  love  ; 
They  look  upon  His  lieavenly  face, 
And  study'His  mysterious  grace. 

2  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 

And  is  from  sin  set  free, 
'  Tis  music  in  his  ears, 

'  Tis  life  and  victory  ; 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances- his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

3  Oh,  for  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call : 


HY3ljyS  OF  SOJSTG  EVANGEL, 


To  bid  tbeir  hearts  rejoice 

In  Him,  who  died  for  all ; 
Inspire  with  praise  each  liuman  tongue, 
And  wake  a  universal  song. 


J^ 


C.  Wesley, 

L50.  Parting. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  94:. 

ESUS,  accept  the  praise, 
That  to  Thy  name  belongs; 
Matter  of  all  our  lays, 

Subject  of  all  our  songs ; 
Through  Thee  we  now  together  came 
And  part  exulting  in  Thy  name. 

2  In  flesh  we  part  awhile, 
But  still  in  spirit  joined, 

T '  embrace  the  happy  toil 

Thou  hast  to  each  assigned  ; 
And  while  we  do  Thy  blessed  will, 
We  bear  our  heaven  about  us  still. 

3  There  we  shall  meet  again. 
When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain* 

And  parting  are  no  more  : 
We  shall  with  all  our  brethren  rise. 
And  see  Thee  in  the  flaming  skies. 

a  Wesley. 

151.        Christ  offering  pardon . 

Tune  "  Hold  the  ForV^ 

LO,  the  loving  Jesus  standeth 
Closely  now  by  thee  ! 
In  His  pierced  hands  a  pardon  ; — 
He  can  set  thee  free  ! 

Cho. — Sue  for  mercy  quickly  sinner, 
Ere  He  passeth  by  ; 
When  He  once  is  out  of  hearing 
Thou  must  surely  die  ! 

2  Listen  to  His  words  of  kindness, 
They  must  win  thy  love; 

For  thy  sins  IVe  brought  a  pardon, 
From  the  throne  above. 

3  All  the  agony  I  suffered, 
Thou  cnnst  never  know, 

That  I  might  affoid  thee  rescue     ' 
From  eternal  woe. 


86  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


4  Though  bv  law  thou  art  most  justly 

Doomed  to  suffer  death  ; 
Yet  for  thee  I  asked  a  pardon, 
With  my  dying  breath. 

5  If  thou  only  dost  accept  it, 

Oh  !  what  joy  is  thine  ! 
Joy  on  earth  and  bliss  in  Heaven, 
Will  be  thine  and  Mine. 
Cho. — I  accept  it,  blessed  Jesus, 

From  Thy  pierced  hand  ; 
'Tis  Tdy  precious  death  redeems  us. 
From*  the  law's  demand. 

E,  P.  H.  187e! 

152        Jesus  in  Pilate's  hall.  S.  M.  1 54 

'     Tune—S.  E.,  page  9Q, 

IN  Pilate's  house  behold, 
The  blessed  Saviour  bound ; 
His  marble  brow  all  deadly  cold, 
With  thorns  He  tliere  is  crowned. 

2  Draw  near  to  Him  I  pray, 

He's  wounded  there  for  thee  ; 
Oh !  do  not  turn  from  Him  away, 
List  to  that  mockery. 

3  Oh  !  see  those  cruel  stripes 

Upon  His  back  all  bare  ; 
See  from  His  bleeding  brow  He  wipes 
The  blood  that  trickles  there. 

4  That  blood  was  shed  for  thee, 

For  thee  '  twas  freely  spilt ; 

From  all  thy  sins  to  set  thee  free. 

And  cleanse  away  thy  guilt, 

5  He  died  that  thou  mightst  live. 

Oh !  come  and  trust  Him  now ; 
He'll  freely  all  thy  sins  forgive, 
And  clothe  with  peace  thy  brow. 

6  Now  say  :  oh,  Lord — I  pray 

For  Jesus'  sake  alone  ; 
Take  all  my  sins  and  guilt  away. 
And  make  me  all  Thine  own. 

E.  P.  H.  186a 

153.  A  revival  songlit 

Tune—S.  E. ,  page  96 . 

REVIVE  thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  mighty  arm  make  bare  ; 
Speak,  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead 
And  make  Thy  people  hear. 


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2  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord ! 
Disturb  this  sleep  of  death  ; 

Quicken  the  smouldering  embers  now 
By  Thine  almighty  breath. 

3  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord ! 
Exalt  Thy  precious  name  ; 

And,  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  our  love, 
For  Thee  and  Thine  inflame. 

4  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 
And  give  refreshing  showers; 

The  glory  shall  be  all  Thine  own, 
The  blessing,  Lord  !  be  ours. 

Albert  Midlane,  1861. 

54.  Prayer  for  revival . 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  96. 
I  LORD,  Thy  work  revive 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live, 
By  Thy  restoring  power. 

2  Oh,  let  Thy  chosen  few 
Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 

Their  sacred  vows  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break. 
Till  rebels  shall  obey, 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 
Now  listen  to  our  cry ; 

Oh,  come  and  bring  salvation  near, 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

Mrs.  P.  H.  Brown. 

0  for  the  happy  hour. 

Tune — S,  A.,  page  96. 
I  FOR  the  happy  hour 
When  God  will  hear  our  cry. 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  Our  prayers  are  faint  and  dull. 
And  languid  all  our  songs ; 

Where  once  with  joy  our  hearts  were  full 
And  rapture  tuned  our  tongues. 

3  Thou,  Thou  alone  canst  give 
Thy  gospel  sure  success ; 

Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 


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88  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


4  Come  then  with  power  divine, 
Spirit  of  life  and  love  ; 
Then  shall  our  people  all  be  Thine, 
Our  church  like  that  above. 

Rev.  George  W.  Bethune. 

156.  Amazing  grace. 

/  Time—S.  E.,page  97. 

AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
Ref. — Was  blind,  but  now  I  see, 
Was  blind,  but  now  see; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  '  Tvi^as  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  : 
How  precious  tiid  tliat  grace  appear, 
Ij:  The  hoar  1  first  believed  !  •.^\ 

3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  : 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
U:  Aud  grace  will  lead  me  home.  :ll 

John  Newton.  1776. 

157.  Jesus' charming  name. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  97. 

JESUS,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'  Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  oul  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

Rev.  P.  Doddridge. 

158.  Oome,  Holy  Ghost. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  97. 
10 ME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
J  Let  us  Th'iiie  influence  prove  ;  — 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ; 
Fountain  of  life  aud  love.  / 


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2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for,  moved  by  Thee 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke : 

Unlock  the  truth,  Tliyself  the  key  , 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  God,  through  Himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

C.  WesUy, 

ISr.  Perfect  Salvation. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  98. 

[Y  God  I  have  found 
The  thrice  blessed  ground. 
Where  life,  and  where  joy,  and  true  comfort  abound. 

Cho. — Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  ! 
Hallelujah!   Amen! 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory  ! 
Revive  us  again. 

I;  2  '  Tis  found  in  the  blood 

;  Of  Him  who  once  stood 

My  refuge  and  safety,  my  surety  with  God. 

3  He  bore  on  the  tree 
The  sentence  for  me, 

And  now  both  the  Surety  and  sinner  are  free. 

4  Accepted  I  am 

In  the  once-ofFered  Lamb  ; 
It  was  God  who  Himself  had  devised  the  plan. 

5  And  though  here  below, 
*  Mid  sorrow  and  woe. 

My  place  is  in  heaven  with  Jesus  I  know. 

6  And  tliis  I  shall  find, 
For  such  is  His  mind, 

*'  He'll  not  be  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind.'^ 

7  For  soon  He  will  come 
And  take  me  safe  home, 

And  make  me  to  sit  with  Himself,  on  His  throne. 

Rev.  C,  Wesley, 

1 60.  Eevive  us  again. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  98. 
TE  praise  Thee,  O  God  ! 
For  the  Son  of  Thy  love. 
For  Jesus,  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 
€ho. — Hallelujah,  &c. 


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90  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


\  2  We  praise  Thee,  O  God  ! 

For  Thy  Spirit  of  light, 
Who  has  showu  us  our  Saviour,  and  scattered  our 
night. 

3  All  glorj  and  praise 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed  every 
stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise 

To  the  God  of  all  grace. 
Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  and  guided  our 

ways. 

5  Revive  us  again ; 

Fill  each  heart  with  Thy  love  ; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled  with  lire  from  above. 
Dr.  W.  P.  Mackay,  ISCCk 

161.  Come  to  Jesus ! 

Tune — JS.  E.y  page  99. 

COME,  come  to  Jesus  ! 
He  waits  to  welcome  thee, 
O  wand' rerj_  eagerly  ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

2  Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  ransom  thee, 
O  slave  eternally ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

3  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  lighten  thee, 
O  burdened  graciously  ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus! 

\  Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  give  to  tliee, 
O  blind  !  a  vision  free  : 
Come,  come  to  Jesn«  ! 

5  Come,  come  to  Jesus ! 

He  waits  to  slielter  thee, 
O  weary  !  blessedly  : 
Come,  come  to  Jesus! 

6  Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  carry  thee,  ; 

O  Lamb  so  lovingly,  j 

Come,  come  to  Jesus !  , ) 

Rev.  Geo.  B.  Peck.  1864- 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,  Q\ 


162.  My  God,  I  am  Thine. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  98. 

MY  God,  I  am  Thine  ;  what  a  comfort  divine — 
What  a  blessing  to  know  that  my  Jesus  is  mine  I 
Cho.— Hallelujah,  &c. 

2  In  the  heavenly  Lamb  thrice  happy  I  am ; 

And  my  heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  sound  of  His  name. 

3  True  pleasures  abound  in  the  rapturous  sound  ; 
And  wfhoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradise  found. 

4  My  Jesus  to  know,  and  feel  His  love  flow, 
'  Tis  life  everlasting — •  tis  heaven  below. 

!  5  Yet  onward  I  haste  to  the  heavenly  feast : 
That— ^Aa^  is  the  fulness,  but  this  is  the  taste  ! 

Ch.  Wesley. 

163.  Praise. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  98. 

WE  praise  Thy  great  love,  our  Father  and  God 
Rejoicing  in  Jesus,  whom  Thou  hast  bestowed  ; 
Cho. — Hallelujah,  Thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Hallelujah,  Thine  the  glory,  revive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  Thy  great  love,  our  Saviour  and  King, 
Beloved  Immanuel,  Thy  praises  we  sing. 

3  We  praise  Thy  great  love,  blessed  Spirit  of  might, 
Who  has  formed  in  us  Jesus,  and  scattered  our  night. 

4  We  praise  Thee,  O  God,  for  the  joy  Thou  hast  given, 
To  Thy  saints  in  communion,  these  foretastes  of 

Heav'u. 

Dr,  W.  P.  Mackay.  alt. 

1 64.  Accepted. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  98. 

ACCEPTED  in  Christ,  who  has  stood,  in  our  place. 
We  shall  shew  in  the  glory  Thy  riches  of  grace. 
Cho. — Hallelujah,  come  in  glory^  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Hallelujah,  come  in  glory ^  come  quickly  again. 

2  We  ivorh  for  Thee  now,  till  Thy  body  complete, 
The  Bride  and  the  Bridegroom,  in  glory  shall  meet. 

3  And  Jesus,  we  wait  for  the  time  Thou  shalt  come , 
We  long  for  Thy  presence^  our  heavenly  home  ; 

4  We  praise  Thee,  O  God,  for  the  springs  bv  the  way, 
That  refresh  us,  lone  pilgrims,  while  our  Lord  is 

away. 

Dr,  W.  P.  Mackay.  18G6. 


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W 


165.  'I  am  Thine. 

* '  For  a  long  time  I  have  wished  to  be  a  Christian  ;  bn 
did  not  find  the  way  to  Jesus  till  after  I  went  to  three 
your  children's  meetings.  There  a  kind  lady  spoke  to  m^ 
and  after  praying  at  home,  I  became  very  happy.  Nov 
like  to  read  my  Bible,  and  try  to  love  Him  more  and  mc 
every  day.  I  can't  do  enough  for  dear  Jesus.  I  likp  to  sir: 
♦  I  love  Jesus,  yes  I  do.'  I  love  to  pray,  and  I  pray  three  tin 
a  day.  Will  you  please  to  pray  for  me  :  "Your  little  friend 
"  Eleven  years  old.'*  Fanny  B- 

Tune—S.  E„  page  100. 

^EAK.  Jesus  !  now  I  trust  I  m  thine, 
For  now  I  love  to  pray ; 
I  feel  like  singing  all  the  time, 
I'm  happy  all  the  day. 
Cho. — Dear  Jesus  now  I'll  sing  Thy  praise, 
For  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
And  I  will  serve  Thee  all  my  days, 
And  trust  alone  in  Thee. 

2  Alas  !  how  wicked  I  have  been, 

To  be  ashamed  of  Thee  ; 

How  could  I  live  so  long  in  sin, 

That  nailed  Tliee  to  the  tree  ! 

3  But  now  I'll  toil  with  all  my  might, 

To  bring  my  friends  to  Thee  ; 
I'll  talk  and  pray,  both  day  and  night,' 
To  make  them  come  with  me. 

4  I'll  pray  that,  like  the  little  one. 

Of  whom  I  now  have  read, 
My  heart  may  yearn  for  those  undone 
By  sin,  whose  souls  are  dead. 

5  I'll  pray  that  they  may  Jesus  love. 

Who  for  their  sins  has  died, 
Tliat  they  with  Him  may  dwell  above. 
Who  once  was  crucified. 

E.  P,  H. 

1 66.  Coming  to  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E„  page  100. 


W 


J  EAR  Jesus,  I  to  Thee  would  come, 
My  hope  is  all  in  Thee  ; 
Vm  far  from  God,  and  far  from  home, 
Oh,  help  and  pity  me. 
Cho. — It  was  for  me  that  Jesus  bled 
Upon  the  cruel  tree  ; 
For  me  He  bowed  His  thorn-clad  head 
In  bitter  agony. 


.  HYBliYS  OF  SOjSTG  EVANGEL.  93 


2  Although  us  yet  I  am  bat  young, 

I  have  a  sinfal  heart, 
Oft  wicked  words  are  on  my  tongue, 
From  Thee  I've  lived  apart. 

3  Alas!  alas  !  liow^  blind  I've  been, 

To  live  contented  here  ! 
My  soul  all  clothed  in  rags  of  sin, 
Oh,  how  must  I  appear ! 

4  *'  Suffer  the  little  ones  to  come," 

How  often  Thou  hast  said, 
"  And  I  will  take  them  safely  home — 
For  them  My  blood  was  shed." 

5  Oh,  then,  I  will  not  be  afraid, 

Though  called  this  hour  to  die  ; 
Since  all  my  sins  on  Thee  were  laid, 
Thoult  take  me  up  on  high. 


E.  P.  H> 


1 67.  The  suffering  of  Christ. 

Ttine—S.  E.,  page  100. 

THINK  how  the  Holy  Saviour  bled 
Upon  tlie  cruel  tree  ; 
And  ask  what  means  that  doleful  cry 
Of  bitter  agony  ? 
Cho. — It  was  for  you  that  Jesus  bled 
Upon  the  cruel  tree  ; 
For  you  He  bowed  His  thorn-clad  head 
In  bitter  agony. 

2  'Twas  not  because  the  pierced  nails 

His  hands  and  feet  had  torn, 
'Twas  not  because  His  blessed  brow, 
Had  felt  the  wreathed  thorn. 

3  But  deeper  sorrows  far  than  these 

The  blessed  Jesus  knew  ; 
For  ah  !  His  soul  was  tasting  then 
The  death  to  sinners  due. 

4  'Twas  love  ! — 'twas  love  to  ruin'd  man, 

Whose  sin  He  deigned  to  bear — 
That  sinners,  through  His  death  of  shame, 
Eternal  life  miglit  share. 

E,  P.  H. 

1.68.  0  wondrous  love. 

Tune— S.  E., page  im. 

OH  wondrous,  deep,  unbounded  love, 
My  Saviour  can  it  be 
That  Thou  hast  borne  the  crown  of  thorns, 
And  suffered  death  for  me  '? 


94  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,, 


R^ 


Cho. — I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 
That  here  and  hereafter, 
I  happy  shall  be. 

2  I  kneel,  repenting,  at  Thy  feet, 

I  give  myself  to  Thee  ; 

1  plead  Thy  merits,  Thine  alone, 
For  Thou  hast  died  for  me. 

3  Oh,  let  me  plunge  beneath  the  tide, 

For  sinners  flowing  free, 
Then  rise,  renewed  by  grace  divine, 
And  shout  salvation  free. 

4  And  when  I  reach  Thy  place  above, 

My  sweetest  notes  will  be, 
Redemption  through  a  Saviour's  name, 
Who  bled  and  died  for  me. 

Fanny  J,  Crosby,  3873 

169.  Book  of  Ages.  7s. 

TuneS.  E.,  page  102. 

^  OCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ;  '^ 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  a  double  cure  ; 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know  ; 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  mnst  save,  and  Thou  alone ; 
Li  my  hand  no  price  I  bring. 
Simply  to  Tliy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death  ; 
When  1  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
And  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ;• 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

A.  M.  Toplady.  1776. 

170.  What  we  owe  to  Jesus. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  102. 

WHTEN  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  with  Jesus  I  shall  staled, 
Having  reached  the  promised  timd  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL,  95 


2  When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dress'd  in  beauty  not  my  own  ; 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  Thee  with  misinning  heart, 

^    Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 

3  Wlien  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  water's  noise, 
Sweet  as  harps'  melodious  voice  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know^— 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe ! 

R.  M,  McClieyneo 

171.  G-ethsemane. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  102. 

MANY  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
Many  sore  temptations  met. 
Patient  and  to  pains  mured  ; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Came  at  length  the  dseadful  night  j 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bi^uts'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
See,  my  soul,  my  Saviour  see  ! 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt ; 

This,  thro'  grace,  can  be  believed  ; 
But  the  horrors  which  He  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  concei  ved  : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

J,  Hart,  1757. 

172.-  Only  Thee. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  102. 
JLESSED  Saviour  !  Thee  I  love. 
All  my  othei- joys  above  ; 
AU  my  ho])es  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  hope,  and  naught  beside ; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be,     , 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 
:  Once  again  beside  the  cross. 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day : 
Hence,  vain  shadows !  let  me  see 
Jesus  crucified  for  me.  . 


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96  HTMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


3  Blessed  Saviour !  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die  ; 
Height,  or  depth,  or  earthly  power 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more  ; 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

G.Duffield. 

173.  Judgment  hymn. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  103. 

THE  judgment  day  is  coming,  coming,  coming, 
The  judgment  day  is  coming; 
O  that  great  day  ! 
Cho. — Let  us  take  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
And  fly  aw^ay  to  Jesus  ; 
Let  us  take  the  wings  of  the  morning. 
And  sound  the  jubilee. 

2  I  heard  the  trumpet  sounding,  sounding,  sounding, 
I  heard  the  trumpet  sounding, 

On  that  great  day. 

3  I  saw  the  Judge  descending,  descending,  descending, 
I  saw  the  Judge  descending, 

On  that  great  day. 

4  I  saw  the  dead  arising,  arising,  arising, 
I  saw  the  dead  arising, 

On  that  great  day. 

5  I  heard  the  thunder  rolling,  rolling,  rolling, 
I  heard  the  thunder  rolling. 

On  that  great  day. 

6  I  saw  the  lightning  blazing,  blazing,  blazing, 
I  saw  the  lightning  blazing, 

On  that  great  day. 

7  I  heard  the  wicked  wailing,  wailing,  wailing, 
I  heard  the  wicked  wailingv 

On  that  great  day. 
Cho.— For  they  took  not  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
Nor  tlew  away  to  Jesus  ; 
For  they  took  not  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
Nor  sang  the  jubilee.     . 

8  I  heard  the  righteous  shouting,  shouting,  shouting, 
I  heard  the  righteous  shouting. 

On  that  great  day. 
Cho. — For  thev  took  the  wings  of  the  morning, 
And  new  away  to  Jesus ; 
For  they  took  the  wings  of  the  mornmg, 
And  sang  the  jubilee. 

Anon. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  97 


174.  Sing,  sing,  sing. 

Tune—S.  E.,  -page  104. 
/f  ., 

IN  the  house  of  God  this  hour, 
We  are  thinking   Lord,  of  Thee, 
How,  Tliou  for  us  nil  hk»T  died  upon  the  cross: 
And  our  hearts  are  filled  with  joy, 
For  we  know  that  we  are  free, 
Since  in  Thee  we  trust,  and  count  past  gain  but  loss. 

Cho. — Sing,  sing,  sing,  the  Saviour's  triumr)hed  ! 
Well  rejoice  and  dry  our  tears, 
He  has  washed  our  sins  away  ; 
All  our  hopes  upon  Him  stay. 
By  His  death  for  us  He's  silenced  all  our  fears. 

2  In  the  battle  front  we'll  stand, 
There  defying  Satan's  rage, 

For  our  strength  is  now  in  Christ  for  evermore : 

And  the  hosts  of  darkness,  they 

Shall  be  driven  in  dismay, 
And  well  shout  the  cry  of  "Victory  !"  o'er  and  o'er. 

3  Sinners,  who  are  out  of  Christ, 
Oh  say,  why  will  you  delay. 

When  to  you  is  offered  richest  joy  and  bliss? 
Well  we  know  that  you  for  aye 
Will  thank  God  and  bless  the;* day, 

If  you  will  only  accept  Christ's  righteousness. 

4  Jesus  is  your  loving  Friend, 
And  He  wants  to  save  you  now — 

Twas  for  you  that  He  so  kindly  bled  and  died ; 

Oh  then,  think  of  all  His  groans. 

Of  His  pierced,  thorn-clad  brow, 
When  He  died  that  justice  might  be  satisfied. 

5  Only  trust  in  Him  "  just  now," 
And  He'll  surely  you  forgive, 

And  oui- joyo«s  chorus  then  with  us  you'll  sing; 

You  will  also  taste  the  joys 

Which  our  Lord  doth  ever  give 
To  the  soul  that  unto  Him  doth  always  cling, 

E.P.H, 

1 75.  Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  106. 

TEACH  us,  oh  Lord,  how  weak  we  are, 
That  all  our  strength  is  vain  ; 
That  only  by  the  Spirit's  power 
Tiiy  work  revives  again. 


98  HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


2  And  teach  ns,  Lord,  how  willingly 

Thy  Spirit  Tiioii  dost  give  ; 
And  help  us  now  in  faith  to  pray, 

And  then  the  dead  shall  live/  ^ 

3  Oh,  come,  and  by  Thy  Spirit's  power, 

Convince  us  all  of  sin  ; 
And  from  this  consecrated  hour, 
*  Thy  gracious  work  begin. 

4  Oh  may  the  young  and  aged  too,     ■ 

With  deep  contrition,  cry 
I'm  lost,  oh  Lord,  what  sliall  I  do  ? 
Oh,  whither  shall  I  fly  ! 

5  Then  may  they  think  of  Him  who  died 

Upon  the  cruel  tree  ; 
Wlio,  for  their  sins  was  crucified, 
From  guilt  to  set  them  free. 

6  And  may  they  hear  the  Saviour  cry, 

Looh  unto  me  and  live  ! 

1  am  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
I  will  salvation  give. 

176.  Prayer. 

Tune—S.  E. ,  page  105. 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Unuttered  or  expressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

J.  Montgomery,  1819. 

1 77.  In  Jesus'  Name.  * 

Tune—S.  E.,  page.  106. 
|H  God,  we  need  Thy  mighty  power, 

In  this  our  Zion's  trying  hour, 
In  Jesus  Name  we  pray  ; 
"  For  Jesus'  sake  ''  Thou  didst  forgive, 
**  For  Jesus'  sake  "  Thou  bad'st  us  live, 
On  that  thrice  blessed  day. 
2  But  now  we  pray  "  in  Jesus  Name,'^ 
The  Holy  Spirit's  power  we  claim, 
We  come  with  boldness  now  ; 


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The  Saviour' s  promise  still  we  hear, 
The  mercy -seat  it  brings  us  near, 
And  there  in  faith  we  bow. 

3  We  each,  O  Lord,  confess  with  shame. 
That  ere  we  prayed  "  in  Jesus'  Name," 

We  had  no  power  with  Thee  : 
But  now  our  prayers  they  must  prevail, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  cannot  fail ; 

Thine  shall  the  glory  be. 

4  Our  prayer  is  for  Thy  people,  Lord, 
That  they  may  be  of  "  one  accord" 

Before' the  throne  of  grace  : 
Tlien  will  they  everywhere  proclaim  ' 
The  power  of  prayer  in  Jesus'  Name, 

And  love  to  see  Thy  face. 

5  The  lost  will  surely  hear  them  tell. 
How  Jesus  came  to  save  from  hell, 

And  bore  their  guilt  and  shame  ; 
Their  tears  will  melt  the  hardest  heart, 
Their  words  to  some  will  life  impart. 

Who'll  pray  in  '''Jesus  Name."" 

E.  P.  if, 

178.  In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

Tune-  S.  E.,  page  107. 
^E  are  on  our  journey  home, 
Wliere  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone  ; 
We  shall  meet  around  His  throne. 
When  He  makes  His  people  one 
II:  In  the  new  :H  in  the  new  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 
Tho'  clouds  rise  dark  between  , 

Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
II :  From  the  new  :ll  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 
From  the  never-setting  Sun  ! 

O  trembling  morning-star ! 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
H;  To  the  new  ill  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  home  ! 
O  rest  eternal  there  ! 

When  shall  the  exiles  come. 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care, 
II:  In  the  new  :ll  Jerusalem. 

Rev.  Chas.  Beecher.  1855. 


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1 79,  Probation. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  106. 

O  !   on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  m  dread  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  d:ay 

When  Tliou  with  clouds  slialt  come 
To  judo;e  the  nations  at  Thy  bar : 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here — 
With  serious  industry  and  fear. 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure  ; 
Thine  utmost  couusel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Tiiy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

C.  Wesley, 

180.  Singing  all  the  Time. 

**  I  think  that  I  have  found  the  dear  Jesus.  I  do  not  see 
how  I  could  have  rejected  him  so  long.  I  think  I  can  sing, 
with  the  rest  of  those  who  have  found  Jesus,  '  Jesus  is  mine. 
The  first  time  that  I  came  to  these  meetings  I  cried;  but 
now  I  feel  like  singing  ail  the  time.'* 

Tune-^S.  E.,  page  108. 

I  FEEL  like  sinking  all  the  time, 
My  tears  are  wiped  away, 
For  Jesus  is  a  Friend  of  mine, 
I'll  serve  Him  every  day. 

Cho.— Singing  glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  saw. 
Nailed  there  by  sins  of  mine, 
Fast  fell  the  burning  tears ;   but  now 
I'm  singing  all  the  time. 


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3  When  tierce  temptations  try  my  heart, 

I'll  sing  "  Jesus  is  mine  ;" 
And  so,  though  tears  at  times  may  start 
I'm  singing  all  the  time. 

4  Oh,  happy  little  singing  one, 

What  music  is  like  thine  1 
With  Jesus  as  thy  Life  and  Sun, 
Go  singing  all  the  time  ! 

5  "  The  meltjng  story  of  the  Lamb  " 

Tell  with  thaii  voice  of  thine, 
Till  others,  with  the  glad  new  song, 
Go  singing  all  the  time. 

KP.H. 

181.  I  love  the  Lord. 

Tune—S.  E„  page  108. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord  my  God  because 
That  He  hath  heard  my  cry  ; 
With  joy  I'll  now  obey  His  laws, 
I'll  serve  Him  till  I  die. 
Cho. — Singing,  glory  &c. 

2  The  fears  of  death  encompassed  me, 

The  pains  of  hell  alarmed, 
'Twas  then,  O  Lord,  I  called  on  Thee, 
And  all  my  fears  were  cahned. 

3  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul. 

Thou,  Lord,  art  all  my  etay, 
I  yield  myself  to  Thy  control, 
Oh  teach  me.  Lord,  Thy  way. 

4  My  soul  is  rescued  now  from  death, 

Mine  eyes  are  tree  from  tears, 
I'll  praise  Thee  with  my  daily  breath, 
Till  Christ  our  Lord  appears. 

E.  P,  B. 

182.  Blessed  Assurance. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  109. 

BLESSED  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine! 
Oil,  what  a  foretaste  of  gioiy  divine  I 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchased  of  God, 
Born  of  His  Spirit,  washed  in  His  blood. 
Cho. — This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  soug, 

Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long ; 
This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song. 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long. 
2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight, 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my.  sight, 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above, 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. 


102         HTMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 
I  ill  my  Saviour  am  bappy  and  blest, 
Watcbiug  and  waiting,  looking  above, — 
Filled  wilb  His  goodness,  lost  in  His  love. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1873. 

183.  My  Jesus,  I  love  Thee. 

Tune — S.  E. ,  imge  110. 

MY  Jesus,  I  love-  Thee,  I  know^  Thou  art  mine ; 
For  Thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign ; 
My  gracions  Redeemer,  my  Saviour  art  Thou  ; 
Ij:  If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  :ll  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

2  I  love  Thee,  because  Thou  hast  first  loved  me, 
And  purchased  my  pardon  on  Calvary's  tree  ; 

I  love  Thee  for  wearing  the  thorns  on  Thy  brow, 
1]:  If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  :1[  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

3  I'll  love  Thee  m  life,  and  I'll  love  Thee  in  death, 
And  praise  Thee  as  long,  as  Tliou  givest  me  breath  ; 
And  say,  when  the  death-dew  lies  cold  on  my  brow, 
II:  "  If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  :ll  my  Jesus  'tis  now. 

4  In  mansions  of  glory  and  endless  deliglit, 
I'll  ever  adore  Thee  in  yon  heaven  of  light, 
I'll  sing  with  the  glittering  crown  on  wy  brow, 
||:  If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  :11  dear  Jesus,  'tis  now," 

London  Hymn  Book,  1864. 

184.  Jehovah  Tsidkenu. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  110. 

I  ONCE  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God, 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load  ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Clirist  on  the  tree, 
'•Jehovah  Tsidkenu  "  was  nothing  to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  fi-om  on  high. 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me,  I  trembled  to  die  ; 
No  refuge  or  safety  in  -self  could  I  see — 

*'  Jehovah  Tsidkenu  "  my  Saviour  must  be. 

3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  the  sweet  Name, 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  Fountain,  life-giving  and  free  ; 
•'Jehovah  Tsidkenu"  is  all  things  to  me.  , 

4  When  treading  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death, 
This  watchword  shall  rally  my  faltering  breath  : 
And  when  from  life's  fever  my  God  sets  me  froe, 
"  Jehovah  Tsidkenu  "  my  death-song  shall  be. 

Kobt.  M.  McC.'teyne,  1834. 


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185.  Keep  Thou  my  way. 

,  Tune — S.  E.,  page  111. 

KEEP  Thou  my  way,  O  Lord  ! 
Myself  I  cannot  guide  ; 
Nor  dare  I  trust  my  erring  steps 

One  moment  from  Thy  side  ; 
I  cannot  think  aright, 

Unless  inspired  by  Thee  ; 
My  heart  would  fail  without  Tliy  aid, 
Choose  thou  my  thoughts  for  me.     - 

2  For  every  act  of  faith, 

And  every  pure  design, — 
For  all  of  good  my  soul  can  know, 

The  glory.  Lord,  be  Thine  ; 
Free  grace  my  pardon  seals, 

Thro'  Thy  atoning  blood  ; 
Free  grace  the  full  assurance  brings, 

Of  peace  with  Thee,  my  God. 

3  O  speak  and  I  will  hear ; 

Command,  and  I  obey  ; 
My  willing  feet  with  joy  shall  haste 

To  run  the  heavenly  way  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  wand'ring  heart, 

And  bid  it  cease  to  roam  ; 
O  bear  me  safe  o'er  death "s  cold  wave 

To  heaven,  my  blissful  home 

Fanny  J.  Crosby y  1869. 

186.  Ooronation. 

Tune—S.  E.,page  112. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace,  • 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners  !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  bull*, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  Hiui  Lord  of  all. 


104         HYMNS  OF  SOj}rG  EVANGEL, 


5  O !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ;  ^ 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Edward  Perronet,  1780. 

187.  Glory  of  the  Sacred  Page. 

Tune — S.  E.,  page  112. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  I 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age: 
It  gives  but  borrows  none. 

2  Tlie  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise : 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Lord  !  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  Our  souls  rejoicingly  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  we  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  our  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

Wm.  Cowpert  1779. 

188.  Invitation  to  Praise. 


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FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 


My  ^rec\t  Redeemer's  praise  . 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus ! — the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  to  the  sinner  s  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

C.  Wesley. 


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189,  Martyn.  7s.  Double. 

Tune—S.  E.y  page  113. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
^Wliile  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee : 
Leave,  O  !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  niy  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want: 

More  than  all  in  Tliee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False,  and  fall  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  stream's  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  : 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 

190.  Eepentance. 

Tune—S.  E,  page  113. 
[EART  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  His  body  mangled,  rent, 

Stain'd  and  cover' d  with  His  blood  ! 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  '\ 
Crucified  the'  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed  ; 

Driven  the  nails  that  fix'd  Him  there 


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106         SYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Crowu'd  with  thorns  His  sacred  head  ; 

Plunged  into  His  side  the  spear ; 
Made  His  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  He  dies. 
3  Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  His  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  '? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

C,  Wesley.  1745. 

191.  America. 

Tune—S.  JEJ.,  page  114. 

THOU  Spirit  of  all  grace, — 
We  humbly  seek  Thy  face, 
Help  us  to  pray  ; 
To  Thee  alone  we  cling.  » 

Thou  can'st  salvation  bring. 
Thy  mighty  power  we'll  sing, 
Help  us  to  day. 

2  O  may  the  sinners'  round, 
Within  Thy  house  be  found, 

Of  one  accord ; 
Here  may  they  cry  to  Tliee, 
To  Christ  their  Saviour  flee, 
And  ever  happy  be 

In  Christ  their  Lord. 

3  Give  to  our  precious  youth, 
Soul-saving  views  of  truth, 

Great  God  our  King ; 
May  they  to  Jesus  throng. 
And  bring  their  friends  along, 
To  join  the  happy  song 

We  love  to  sing. 

E.P,  n.  1878. 

1 92.  Wortliy  is  the  Lamb . 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  114. 

^OME,  all  ye  saiiits  of  God  ; 
Wide  tlirough  the  earth  abroad 

Spread  Jesus'  fame  ; 
Tell  what  His  love  has  done  ; 
Trust  in  His  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  His  lofty  throne, 

"  Worthy  the  "Lamb  !" 
Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme  ; 


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Praise  ye  our  gracious  King  ; 
Strike  each  melodious  string  ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

3  Hark !  how  the  choirs  above 
Pilled  v^ith  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  His  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and'glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound  ; 
*'  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! "' 

James  Boden.  1801. 

193.  Jesus  lives. 

Tu7ie — S.  E.,  page  115. 

THE  Saviour  died,  but  still  He  lives  j 
His  grace  to  allJIe  freely  gives  ; 
He  lives  to  save  tlie^ost  from  Hell, 
His  wondrous  love,  O  who  can  tell  1 
Cho. — O,  sinners  come  and  share  His  love, 

Then  shall  you  dwell  with  Him  above 
You  too  will  sing  it  o'er  and  o'er, 
That  Jesus  lives  for  evermore. 

2  He  lives  repenting  souls  to  bless, 
His  heart  is  full  of  tenderness  ; 

He  lives  to  show  His  pierced  hands. 
To  those  who  dread  the  law's  demands. 

3  He  lives  to  change  the  heart  of  stone, 
And  make  it  loving  like  His  own ; 
He  lives  to  bless  us  every  hour, 

We'll  praise  Him  for  His  mighty  power. 

4  He  lives  that  He  may  sanctify 
All  those  who  on  His  grace  rely  ; 

And  though  we  here  awhile  may  roam, 
He  lives  to  take  His  people  home. 

E,  P.  H, 

194.  To  Oanaanbonnd. 

Tune— S'.  E.,  page  IW: 

PILGRIMS  we  are  to  Canaan  bound, 
Our  journey  lies  along  this  road  ; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  roimd, 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 
Cho. — O  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair. 

What  makes  your  robes  so  v>iiite  appear? 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  travelling  home  to  God. 


108         HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


2  O  blessed  land !  O  happy  land  ! 

Wlien  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore  ? 
And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
United  be  forever  more. 

3  And  if  our  robes  are  pure  and  white, 

May  we  all  reach  that  blest  ab6de  ? 
O  yes",  they  all  shall  dwell  in  light, 

Whose  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood. 

4  We  all  shall  reach  that  golden  shore, 

If  here  we  watch  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Straight  is  the  way,  and  straight  the  door, 
And  none  but  pilgrims  find  the  way. 

195.  My  ain  Oountree. 

Tune — S.E.,  page  IIQ. 

I'M  far  frae  my  harae,  and  I'm  weary  oftenwhiles, 
For   the  lang'd-for   hapie-brmging,  an'  my  Father's 
welcome  smiles: 
I'll  ne'er  be  fu'  content,  until  my  een  do  see 
The  golden  gates  of  heaven,  an'  my  ain  conntree. 
The  earth  is  fleck'd  wi'  liow'rs  mony  tinted,  fresh  and 

The  birdies  warble  blithely,  for  my  Father  made  them 

sae  ; 
But  these  sichts  an'  these  soun's  will  as  naething  be  to 

me. 
When  I  hear  the  angels  singing  in  my  ain  conntree. 

2  I've  His  guid  word  o' promise,  that  some  gladsome 

day  the  King 
To  His"  ain  royal  palace  His  banished  hame  will  bring  : 
Wi'  een  an'  wi'  hearts  running  owre  we  shall  see 
"  The  King  in  His  beauty,"  an'  our  ain  conntree. 
My  sins  hae  been  mony,  an'  my  sorrows  hae  been  sair, 
But  there  they'll  never  vex  me,  nor  be   remembered 

mair, 
His   bluid  hath  made  me  white,  His  hand  shall  dry 

mine  e'e, 
When  He  brings  me  hame  at  last  to  my  ain  conntree. 

3  Like  a  bairn  to  its  mither,  a  wee  birdie  to  its  nest, 

I  wad  fain  be  ganghig  noo  unto  my  Saviour's  breast ; 
For  He  gathers  to  His  bosom  witless,  worthless  iambs 

like  me, 
An'  carries  them  Himsel  to  His  ain  conntree. 
He's  faithfu'  that  hath   promised,  He'll   surely  come 

again ; 
He'll  Keep  His  tryst  wi'  me,  at  what  hour  I  dinna  ken, 
But  He  bids  me  still  to  watch,  an'  ready  aye  to  be 
To  gang  at  ony  moment  to  my  ain  countree. 


Hruisrs  OF  song  evangel. 


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A  So  I'm  watching  aye,  an*  singing  o'  my  hame  as  I  wait, 
For  the  soun'ing  of  His  footfa'  this  side  the  gowdeu 

gate, 
God  gie  His  grace  to  ilk  aue  wha  listens  noo  to  me, 
That  we  may  gang  in  gladness  to  our  ain  conntree. 
I've   His  gnid  word  o'  promise,  that  some  gladsome 

day  the  King 
To  His  ain  royal  palace  His  banished  hame  will  bring: 
Wi'  een  an'  wi'  hearts  running  owre  we  shall  see 
"  The  King  in  His  beauty,"  an'  our  ain  couiitree. 

Miss  M.  A.  Lee, 

196.        I  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord. 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  117. 

[Y  Saviour  loves  me,  this  I  know, 
But  do  I  love  His  Name  ? 
Can  I  with  Him  to  Zion  go. 
And  there  His  love  proclaim  ? 

Cho. — Yes,  I  must  be  a.  lover  of  the  Lord, 

Yes,  I  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord, 

Yes,  I  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord, 

Or  I'll  ne'er  go  to  heaven  when  I  die. 

2  God's  law  would  banish  me  to  hell, 

But  to  the  cross  I  flee  ; — 
His  dying  love  no  tongue  can  tell, — 
His  love  for  sinful  me. 

3  '  Twas  there  He  suffered  in  my  stead, 

'  Twas  there  He  agonized  ; 
'  Twas  there  He  bowed  His  bleeing  head 
Rejected,  and  despised. 

4  With  faith  my  risen  Lord  I  see, 

He  bids  me  look  to  Him  ; 
My  heart  is  changed — O  !  victory  ! 
His  blood  atones  for  sin  !    • 

Cho.— II:  O !  yes,  I  am  a  lover  of  the  Lord,  :ll 

He  will  take  me  to  heaven  when  I  die  ! 

5  Thank  God  my  heart  is  filled  with  joy, 

Oh !  come  and  trust  Him  too ; 
His  praise  will  then  be  your  employ, 
This  Jesus  died  for  you. 

Cho.— ||:  For  you  must  be  a  lover  of  the  Lord,  :ll 

Or  you'll  ne'er  go  to  heaven  when  you  die. 
E.  P.  Hammond,  1873. 


110         EYMJSrS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


197  Am  I  a  lover  of  the  Lord  ? 

Tune—S.  E.,  page  117. 
Mia  lover  of  the  Lord, 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace  ? 
Ob,  speak,  dear  Saviour,  while  my  soul 


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Still  waits  before  Thy  face. 
Cho. — Ob,  you  must  be  a  lover.  &.c. 
Oh,  you  must  be  a  lover,  &c. 
Oh,  you  must  be  a  lover,  &c. 
Or  you'll  ne'er  go  to  heaven  when  you  die. 

2  Dear  Lord,  my  soul  is  sick  of  sin, 

I  thirst  for  joys  divine  ; 
I  long  to  give  myself  away, 
And  know  no  will  but  Triine. 

3  That  precious  blood,  that  cleansing  blood, 

Oh,  was  it  shed  for  me  1 
And,  can  a  guilty  sinner  claim 
Tlie  drops  that  flowed  so  free  ? 

4  I  have  rebelled  against  His  laws, 

And  disobeyed  His  word  : 
And  yet  I  fain  would  turn  and  be — 
A  lover  of  the  Lord. 

5  The  clouds  of  sin  Lave  rolled  away, 

I  see  a  heavenly  light ; 
The  burden  of  my  soul  is  gone, 
And  all  around  is  bright. 
Cho. — h  Yes,  I  trust  I'm  a  lover  &c.  :|I 

And  will  go  up  to  heaven  when  I  die. 

Mrs.  M.  A.  Kidder 


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198.  L.  M.     Tune,   ''Rockingham.''* 

SAVIOUR !  that  word  has  sounded  long, 
^  O'er  many  a  land,  in  many  a  tongue — 
That  word  all  unaccomplished  yet — 
And  can  thy  waiting  church  forget? 

2  We've  trodden  many  a  weary  mile, 
By  that  bright  promise  cheered  the  while  ; 
We've  braved  a  wild  and  stormy  night. 
Still  watching  for  the  morning  light. 

3  And  when  the  darksome  hour  seemed  long, 
We've  sung  the  pilgrim's  homeward  song. 
And  'mid  the  angry  billows'  roar, 
Have  told  of  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

4  But,  Saviour,  we  are  exiles  still. 
The  road  is  rough,  the  night  is  chill ; 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  Ji]  VAN  GEL.         m 


We  see  the  bright  and  morning  star , 
Bat  it  is  yet  too  faint,  too  far. 

Long  ha¥^  we  wept  and  watched  in  vain, 
Bat  Thou  hast  said,  "  1  come  tigain." 
Soon  let  us  hear  Thy  welcome  voice, 
Soon  bid  Thy  waiting  church  rejoice. 


i  99.  L.  M.     Tune,  *^ ForresV 

OH  !  Lord  have  mercy  on  my  soul, 
According  to  Thy  wondrous  grace  ; 
Thy  mercies  never  can  be  told, 
Reveal  to  me  Thy  shining  face. 

2  Oh  !  wash  me  from  my  guilt  and  shame, 

And  cleanse  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
For  I  have  oft  contemned  Thy  name, 
Oh,  what  a  sinner  I  have  been. 

3  Purge  me  with  hyssop,  make  me  clean, 

My  soul  with  joy  and  gladness  fill. 
Give  me  a  peace  that's  calm,  serene, 
Like  that  which  rests  on  Zion's  hill. 

4  Create  my  heart  entirely  new. 

And  with  me  let  Tliy  spirit  dwell. 
Give  me  a  joy  I  never  knew. 
Then  sinners  shall  be  turned  from  hell. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  open  Thou  my  lips. 

Then  shall  my  heart  show  forth  Thy  praise. 
Of  Thy  great  sacrifice  I'll  teach. 
While  God  shall  lengthen  out  my  days. 

E.P.H, 


200.  li.  M.  Tune,  '' Retreat."  p.  15. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And*pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

^  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See  from  His  head.  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


112         HYMNS  OF  SONG  U  VANG  EL. 


4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  mj  soul,  my  life,  my  WA. 

I.  Watts,  1707. 


20  1 .  ^«  ^-  ^"^^»  ^^  ^-j  P(^9^  80. 

JESUS,  assembled  in  Tby  name. 
This  promise  at  Thy  band  we  claim ; 
We  do  believe  ;  oh  let  us  see 
Great  signs  and  wonders  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Command,  and  these  dead  souls  sliall  live," 
Tbese  blind  at  once  their  sight  receive  ; 
Speak,  and  these  deaf  shall  hear  Tliy  voice, 
These  dumb  in  loudest  songs  rejoice. 

3  Now  let  Tby  mighty  power  be  known  ; 
Now  break  or  melt  these  hearts  of  stone  : 
We  do  believe,  shall  we  not  see 

New  signs  and  wonders  wrought  by  Theo? 

4  Claim  now  the  souls  whom  Thou  hast  ])onght ; 
Fetch  home  the  wanderers  Thou  bast  sought ; 
See,  Lord,  we  bring  our  wants  to  Thee  ; 

Let  this  the  hour  of  mercy  be. 


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202.  L.  M.  Tune,  ''Hebron.'* 

JLEST  hour  !  when  God  himself  draws  nigh, 
Well  pleased  His  people's  voice  to  hear. 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

2  Blest  hour  !  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 
Foretastes  of  future- bliss  are  given, 

And  mortals  lind  His  eartlily  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  Heaven. 

3  Hail,  peaceful  hour  !  supremely  blest, 
Amid  the  hours  of  wordly  care  ; 

The  hour  that  yields  the  Spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour — the  hour  of  prayer. 

4  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are  past. 
And  this  frail  tenement  decays. 

Then  may  1  spend  in  heaven  at  last 
A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

Rev.  Thos.  Raffles,  1S28. 


203.  L.  M.  Tune  "Zephyr,'* 

WHERE  are  the  dead  ?— In  heaven  or  hell 
There  diseuibodied  spirits  dwell ; 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         113 


Their  perished  forms,  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Keserved  until  the  ju<lgment-dtiy. 

2  Where  are  the  living  1 — On  the  ground 
Where  prayer  is  heard  and  mercy  found  ; 
AVhere,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 

The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

3  Then  timely  wariied,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Christ  and  flee  from  sin  ; 
Daily  grow  up  in  Him  our  Head, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

J.  Montgomery, 


204,  L.  M.  Tune,  ••  Windham." 

STEETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  : 
See  from  His  hands,  His  feet,  His  side 
Euns  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  dreadful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  vv^ound ; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  liiingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love,  or  pain  1 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  Thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart  ! 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 


Anna  Steele, 


205.  L.  M.  "  Old  Hundred.'' 

)RAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  \ 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Ken. 


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206.       CM.     Tune  S.  E.,  with  Chorus,  page  52. 

^EAE  Saviour,  now  to  Thee  I  turn. 
From  vanities  of  time  ; 
Thou  know'st  what  thoughts  within  me  burn. 
To  be  a  child  of  Thine. 


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2  How  oft,  alas !  I've  sought  for  peace, 
This  spacious  earth  around  ; 
But  all  its  joys  are  mixed  Avith  grief, 
True  comfort  nowhere  found. 


114         HYMNS  OF  SONG  JEVANGJUL, 


3  Oh  come  and  dwell  within  my  heart, 

I'll  open  wide  the  door, 
And  never,  never  more  depart; 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore — 

4  I'll  count  it  now  my  chiefest  joy, 

To  know  Thy  righteous  wnll ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  iind  employ 
Thy  pleasures  to  fulfill. 

E.  P.  H. 

207.  CM.  Tune '' Avon.'^ 

EETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  His  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live : 
Come  to  His  cross,  and  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  He'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear  : 
Thy  Father  calls,— no  longer  mourn  ; 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

Wm.  B.  CoUyer,  1812. 

308.  C.  M.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  66. 

IN"  evil  long  I  took  delight 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood. 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never,  till  my  latest  breath. 

Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death. 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

4  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
'  Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid. 
For  1  the  Lord  have  slain ! 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.  \\^ 


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5  A  second  look  He  gave,  that  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive : 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

Rev.  /.  Newton,  1779. 


209'  CM.  Tune''  Arlington." 

"0  W  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  that  love  tile  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfill  his  word  ! — 


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2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  pari ; 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 

Through  every  bosom  How, 
And  union  sweet  and  dear  esteem 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  fiiads  ^ 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Jos.  Siuain,  1792, 


210.  CM.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  66. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  Thy  sheep, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  rest : 
Oh  !  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
Enjoy  a  heavenly  rest. 

2  Welcome  and  precious  to  ray  soul 

Are  these  sweet  days  of  love  ; 
But  w^hat  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray ; 

Thy  footsteps.  Lord,  I  trace  ;  - 
Here,  in  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  Thy  face. 

4  These  are  the  sweet  and  precious  days 

On  which  my  Lord  I've  seen  ; 
And  oft,  when  feasting  on  His  word, 
In  raptures  I  have  been. 


116         HYMNS  OF  SONG  E  V ANGEL. 


211.  CM.  Tuners.  E.,  page  26. 

HOW  sad  oar  state  by  nature  is  ! 
Our  sill — how  deep  it  stains ! 
And  iSatan  binds  our  captive  minds, 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; — 
'  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise,  Lord ! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

/.  Watts,  1707. 


212.  C.  M.  Tune,  "  Balenna." 

OH  Lord,  we  come  at  Thy  command. 
And  "  GiiEAT  THINGS  "  ask  of  Thee, 
Upon  Thy  pi-oinise  tirm  we  stand, 
Let  us  rich  blessings  see. 

2  May  we  who  love  Thy  precious  name, 

Now  prove  Tiiy  gracious  word, 
We  shall  not  surely  "  call"  in  vain, 
Our  pleadings  will  be  heard. 

3  May  Chiiist  to  us  be  all  in  all. 

Of  Him  we  ihen  shall  tell, 
And  as  we  speak,  the  tears  will  fall, 
And  many  turn  from  hell. 

4  Now  may  tlie  Holy  Ghost  descend, 

An    we  Thy  "  power"  receive  ; 
Then  siiall  our  prayers  and  efforts  blend, 
And  many  shall  believe. 

5  Let  crowds  of  sinners  flock  to  hear, 

How  Jesus  took  our  place, 
And  may  they  wipe  the  falling  tear, 
And  praise  Him  for  His  grace. 

E.P.  H. 

213.  C.  M.  Tune—S.  E„  page  112. 

WHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
S  Fear  not,  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seixed  their  troubled  mind,) 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         II7 


3  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Savionr,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  Tlie  heavenly  babe  yon  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  display'd 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing-bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid. 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


A^ 


214.  G.  M.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  105. 

LL  that  I  vjas,  my  sin,  my  guilt, 
L  My  death,  was  all  my  own  : 
All  that  I  a7ii  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious,  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 
Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 

The  good  in  which!  now  rejoice 
Is  Thine  and  only  Thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 
The  bondage, — all  was  mine. 

The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty, — is  Thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 
And  tauglit  me  to  believe  ; 

Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  in  Thee  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am  e'en  here  on  earth, 
All  that  I  hope  to  be — 

When  Jesus  comes  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it.  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Rev.  U.  Bonar,  1850. 


215,  CM.  Tune—S.  E.,page  66. 

I  STAND  approved  before  the  throne. 
In  Christ  I'm  justified; 
His  precious  blood  my  sins  atone. 
For  me  He  groaned  and  died. 

2  No  fears  of  death  alarm  me  how, 

Christ  is  my  Righteousness ; 
His  name  is  written  on  my  brow, 
His  is  my  glorious  dress. 

3  He'll  give  me  wings  to  fly  away 

To  mansions  bright  above  ; 
There  I  shall  sing,  through  endless  day, 
The  glories  of  His  love. 


118         HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


4  Bright  pleasures  now  for  evermore 
Shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy  : 
"  Approved  in  Christ !"  what  ask  I  more  ? 
Let  praise  be  my  employ. 

E.  P.  H,  1865. 


216.  CM.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  105. 

WHY  do  I  halt  in  such  a  cause  ? 
Why  do  I  linger  here  ? 
To  lean  upon  so  strong  an  arm, 
Why  should  I  have  a  fear  1 

2  Here  are  two  leaders,  here  two  ways — 

To  different  worlds  they  tend  ; 
Which  will  I  take,  w^hich  will  I  choose, 
And  which  will  prove  my  friend  ? 

3  My  fate  hangs  on  my  present  choice, 

My  doom  1  must  decide  ; 
The  choice  I  make,  for  weal  or  wo, 
Is  one  I  must  abide. 

4  Now  I  can  make  my  calling  sure, 

All  heaven  can  now  be  miue; 
No  longer  will  I  hesitate, 
Lord,  hence  I  will  be  Thine. 


217.  C.  M.  Tune,  "  St.  MartMs."' 

HARK !  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds 
The  trumpet's  awful  blast ! 
Wliile  yet  the  heart  with  anguish  bleeds, 
And  sinks  in  wo  at  last. 

2  Behold  the  sinner's  fearless  soul, 

Which  love  can  ne'er  arrest, 
With  trembling, hears  the  thunder  roll, 
And  death  approaching  fast. 

3  But  lo  ! — what  sounds  of  heavenly  peace 

Amid  the  storm  I  hear ; 
When  howling  winds  a  moment  cease, 
And  love  succeeds  to  fear  ! 

4  Now,  on  the  hill  of  Calvary, 

Where  Jesus  once  was  slain. 
Sweet  pep.ce,  and  love,  and  sympathy 
There  all  unbroken  reign. 


2. 1 8 .  Tune—S.  E. ,  page  26. 

COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  onr  song. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         Hg 


2  Come,  Lord,  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  Thy  piaise, 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  Thy  dwellings  here. 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

4  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love ; 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire. 
Till,  in  Thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  ihe.heavenly  choir. 

Mrs.  Anna  Steele,  1760. 


219.  C.  M.  Tune,  "  Azmon." 

CONVINCED  of  sin,  men  now  begin 
To  call  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day 
In  which  they  scorned  His  word. 

^  Young  converts  sing,  and  praise  their  King, 
And  bless  God's  holy  name  ; 
While  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

3  Pour  down  a  shower  of  Thy  great  power 

On  every  aching  heart ; 
On  all  who  try  and  humbly  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a  part. 

4  Come,  sinners  all,  hear  now  God's  call. 

And  pray  with  one  accord  : 
Saints,  raise  your  songs,  wirh  joyful  tongues, 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord. 

220.  C.  M.  Doxology. 

LET  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


22  1 .  S.  M.  Tune,  *'  Boylston."> 

PRAY,  withcflit  ceasing,  pray, 
(  Your  Captain  gives  the  word;) 
His  summons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord. 


120      rymjs^s  of  song  evangel. 


2  To  God  your  every  want 

lu  instant  prayer  display  ; 
Pray  always  ;  pray,  and  never  faint 
Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

3  In  fellowship, — alone, 

To  God  with  faith  draw  near  : 
Approach  His  courts,  beseige  His  throne 
With  all  the  power  of  prayer  ; 

4  From  strength  to  sti'ength  go  on  : 

Wrestle  and  fight  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

C.  Wesley, 

222  C.  M.  Tune  S.  E.,  page  20. 

JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  grief  to  tell, 
To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  Avait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait, 
He  bids  us  never  give  Him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  be 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 
And  makes  His  cause  onr  care. 

Rev.  J.  Newton,  1779. 

223.  S.  M.   TuneS.  K,  page  ^5. 

JESUS  invites  His  saints 
To  meet  around  His  board  ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  He  gives  His  flesh. 

He  bids  us  drink  His  blood  : 
Amazing  favor,  matchless  grace. 
Of  our  descending  God. 

3  This  holj^  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
My  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  ni  His  death. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         \21 


.  4  We  are  but  several  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  Head. 

/.  Watts,  1707. 

224.  S.  itf".  Tune—S.  E.,  page  96. 

THE  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 
To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss. 

2  What  rapturous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight, 
When  sinners  up  to  Zion's  hill 
Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight. 

3  Beneath  Thj^  balmy  v^ing, 

O  Sun  of  righteousness, 
These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
\^  The  wonders  of  Thy  grace. 


225,  S.  M.  Tune  "  St.  Thomas,'* 

LET  party  names  no  more 
Tlie  Christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowu'd. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  tliat  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  everything  is  love. 

226.  S.  M.  Tune  "  Thatcher,'* 

THE  Holy  Ghost  is  here, 
Where'saints  in  prayer  agree, 
As  Jesus'  parting  gift  He's  near 
Each  pleading  company. 

2  Not  far  away  is  He, 

To  be  by  prayer  brought  nigh, 
But  here  m  present  majesty, 
As  in  His  courts  on  high. 

3  He  dwells  within  our  soul, 

An  ever  welcome  guest ; 


Toplady. 


122         HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


He  reigns  with  absolute  control, 
As  Monarch  in  the  breast. 
4  Our  bodies  are  His  shrine, 

And  He  tli'ind welling  Lord  , 
All  hail !  thou  Comforter  divine, 
Be  evermore  adored ! 

Chas.  H.  Spurgeon,  1866. 


227.  S.  M.    Tune  "  Watchman." 

TRIUMPHANT  news !  fight  on, 
"  The  battle  is  the  Lord's  :" 
llest  not  upon  an  arm  of  flesh, 

Nor  count  your  spears  and  swords. 

2  The  battle  is  the  Lord's! 

Then  vicioiy's  secure ; 
Warriors  of  Christ,  march  on,  march  on 
And  to  the  end  endure. 

3  The  battle  is  the  Lord's  ! 

Then  sing  and  praise  His  name  , 
Join  with  the  hosts  of  old,  and  praise, 
For  God  is  still  the  same. 


228.  S.  M.    Tune—S.  E.,  page  96. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost! 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, — 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath. 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind  ; 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire. 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

J.  Montgomery. 


229.  S.  M.    Doxology. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


HY^iNS  OF  SONG  UV ANGEL,.         123 


•230.  7s.    Tune—S.  E.,  page  113. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
I  Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod,    «. 

r  Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

Now  to  yo(i  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  3^our  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest ! 
2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 
jv  Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 

I  Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home ; 

I  Where  you  dieshall  be  my  grave. 

I"  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  : 

I  Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

J.  Montgomery, 


'231.  7s.     Tune  **  Hendon.i'> 

HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ! 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine. 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine. 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all-divine. 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne. 
Reign  supreme, — and  reign  alone. 

»  Andrew  Reed,  1817t 

232.  la.  Tune  "  PleyePs  Hymn,'^ 

SAVIOUR,  at  Thy  feet  we  bow  ; 
O  vouchsafe  to  meet  us  now  ! 
At  Thy  people's  earnest  cry, 
Bring  Thy  loving  mercy  nigh. 

2  Thou  hast  said,  where  two  or  three 
In  Thy  worship  shall  agree,  ^ 


X24         HTMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 

That  Thou  wilt  be  present  there, 
Answering  their  faithful  prayer. 

3  Lord,  we  plead  Thy  promise  here, 
Let  Thy  presence  now  appear; 
On  our  souls  Thy  spirit  pour, 
Light,  and  life,  and  peace  restore. 

4  Raise  our  thoughts  from  things  below; 
Faith's  discerning  eye  bestow  ; 

Let  our  hearts,  from  sin  made  free, 
Hold  sweet  intercourse  with  Thee. 

J333i  7s.   Tune  *'  Prayer." 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  j 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee,  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring, 

..     For'His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin,. 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 
Take  possession  of  my  breast, 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

Rev.  J.  Newton,  1779 


234.  7s.   Tune  "  Horton." 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ! 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner  to  return  ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 

Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         125 


^ 


4  Hasten j  sinner,  to  be  blest ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 


Thos.  Scott,  1773. 


235,  7s.   Tune'^Hendon." 


JESUS  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
But  His  promise  still  is  here, 
"  I  will  all  your  wants  supply  ; 
I  will  send  the  Comforter." 

2  Let  us  now  His  promise  plead. 

Let  us  to  His. throne  draw  nigh  ; 
Jesus  knows  His  people's  need ; 
Jesus  hears  His  people's  cry. 

3  Send  us,  Lord,  the  Comforter, 

Pledge  and  witness  of  Thy  love, 
Dwelling  with  Thy  people  here, 
Leading  them  to  joys  above. 

4  Till  we  reach  the  promised  rest, 

Till  Thy  face  unveil'd  we  see, 
Of  this  blessed  hope  possess'd. 
Teach  ns,  Lprd,  to  live  in  Thee. 

Thos.  Kelly,  1800. 


236.  7s.  Tune  "  Aletta." 

CHILDREN,  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  His  gracious  word ; 
Seek  His  face  with  heart  and  miud ; 
Early  seek  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful  your  sins  confess  ; 
Plead  His  perfect  righteousness; 
See  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side ; 
Come,  you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  His  worship  now  prepare  ; 
Kneel  to  Him  in  fervent.prayer;] 
Serve  Him  with  a  perfect  heart ; 
Never  from  His  ways  depart. 


237.  7s.   Tune—S.  E.,  page  lis. 

CALMER  of  my  troubled  heart. 
Bid  my  unbelief  depart ; 
Speak,  and  all  my  sorrows  cease  ! 
Speak,  and  all  my  soul  is  peace. 


126         HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


Comfort  me,  whene'er  I  mourn, 
With  the  hope  of  Thy  return  ; 
And,  till  I  Thy  glory  see. 
Help  me  to  believe  in  Thee. 

Chas,  Wesley,  1762. 

238i  7s.  Doxology. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above. 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gho'st. 

C,  Wesley, 

239 •  Tune  "  Land  of  Beulak.' * 

SEE,  Lord,  before  Thine  altar  bowed, 
Prostrate  my  humbled  soul. 
Till,  from  above  the  mercy-cloud, 
Thy  voice  shall  speak  me  whole. 

Cho. — Oh,  for  descending  fire ! 

Oh,  for  the  hallowing  flame  ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart's  desire  ; 
I  plead  in  Jesus'  name. 

2  I  yield  Thee  all  my  hallowed  powers. 

Thine  only  will  I  be  ; 
Contented  if  may  but  know 
Thou  giv'st  Thyself  to  me. 

3  Poor,  sinful,  vile,  my  offering  lies, 

Yet  it  is  all  my  store ; 
Nor  wilt  Thou,  Lord,  my  gift  despise, 
Nor  spurn  the  contrite  poor. 

4  Yet  not  for  these,  but  for  Thy  Son, 

That  better  sacrifice  ! 
Oh,  to  my  longing  soul  send  down 
An  answer  from  the  skies. 

5  Be  hushed  my  soul,  a  breath  from  heaven. 

Still  as  the  ^^entle  breeze, 
**  Thy  prayer  is  heard,  thy  suit  is  given, 
And  Jesus  whispers  peace." 


240 1  Tune  *'  Annie  Lisle.'* 

JESUS  I  am  happy  now, 
Happy,  Lord,  in  Thee  ; 
I  have  seen  Thy  bleeding  brow, 
And  felt  it  was  for  me. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         127 


Cho.— "  It  is  finished !"  Yes,  indeed, 
Finished  every  jot  j 
Sinner,  this  is  all  you  need ; 
Tell  me,  is  it  not? 

2  Jesus  I  to  Thee  would  cling, 

Every  day  and  hour  ; 
Then  my  heart  will  always  sing, 
Of  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  I  would  ne'er  fora^et  to  pray, 

Every  day  to  Thee  ; 
Thou  wilt  teach  me  what  to  say, 
Thou  wilt  answer  me. 

4  Lord,  forbid  that  I  should  part 

Ever  from  Thy  side  ; 
Thou  with  joy  wilt  till  my  heart, 
If  1  in  Thee  abide. 

5  Help  me  tell  to  all  I  know, 

Th'  story  of  Thy  love ; 
May  they  quickly  to- Thee  go,> 
And  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

E.  P.  f/.,  isiry. 


^' 


241.  7s  &  6s.    Tune'*  Webb." 

;iHALL  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  men  benighled, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

2  Waft,  waft  ye  winds,  His  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole. 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
Tlie  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

R.  Heber,  1819. 


24:S  I  Tune  "  I  want  to  he  an  angeV^ 

WE  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 
Who  hath  redemption  wrought, 
Who  gave  us  peace  and  pardon, 
Which  by  His  blood  He  bought. 


128         nTMNS  OF  SONG  EVANQEli. 


We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 
To  show  how  much  we  owe 

To  Him  who  died  to  save  us 
From  death  and  eudless  woe. 

2  We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

Where'er  our  lot  may  fall, 
To  brothers,  sisters,  neighbors^ 

In  cottage  and  in  hall. 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus, 

The  world  in  darkness  lies, 
With  Him  against  the  mighty 

Together  we  must  rise. 

243.  8s  &  7s.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  32. 

WILT  Thou  help  me,  dearest  Jesos, 
While  I  come  to  Thee  for  aid  ? 
'Tis  Thy  precious  blood  that  frees  us 

From  the  debt  upon  us  laid. 
But,  dear  Saviour,  I  implore  Thee, 

Turn  on  me  Thy  pitying  look, 
All  my  sins  are  now  before  Thee, 
Written  down  in  God's  own  book. 

S  Thou  who  once  wast  throned  in  glory, 

Suffered  death  on  Calvary, 
Oh,  how  wonderful  the  story — 

Thou  did'st  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 
Yes,  that  I  might  be  forgiven. 

Thou  did'st  leave  Thy  home  on  high ; 
And  that  I  might  sing  in  heaven, 

On  that  cruel  cross  did'st  die. 

3  Now  my  heart  is  filled  with  gladness, 

Since  my  hope  I  stay  ou  Thee  ; 
Thou  wilt  drive  away  all  sadness, 

All  my  sins  are  pardoned  free. 
I  shall  join  the  heavenly  chorus, 

Singing  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ; 
Trusting  Him,  He'll  go  before  us, 

He  will  bring  us  home  above. 


E.  P.  IT. 


244.  8s  &  7s.  Tune—S.  E„  page  32. 

COME  to  Jesus,  all  ye  weary, 
Burdened  with  tlie  load  of  sin; 
Come  to  Jesus,  He  is  ready 
To  receive  such  wanderers  in. 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         129 


Cho.— You'll  love  Jesus,  you  will  praise  Him, 
You  -will  love  Him,  yes,  you  will, 
You  will  love  Jesus,  only  trust  Him  ; 
He'll  receive  you,  and  love  you  too. 
3  Come  to  Jesus,  He'll  receive  you, 
Take  His  yoke,  and  learn  of  Him. 
As  your  Prophet  to  instruct  you, — 
As  your  King  be  ruled  by  Him. 
3  Come  to  Jesus,  He'll  receive  you, 
He  will  cancel  all  your  guilt ; 
'Twas  for  this  He  came  to  save  you — 
'Twas  for  this  His  blood  was  spilt. 

E,  P.  H, 

245.  Tune—S.  E. ,  page  62. 

IHALL  we  dwell  with  Christ  for  ever, 
Shall  we  see  Him  face  to  face. 
Shall  we  hear  His  voice,  and  never 
Wander  from  His  sweet  embrace ; 
Cho. — Yes,  we'll  dwell  with  Christ  for  ever, 

The  glorious  Christ,  the  precious  Christ  for  ever; 
Dwell  in  light  and  peace,  and  never 
Wander  from  Hia  sweet  embrace. 

2  No  more  unbelief  to  cloud  us, 

No  more  tears  to  dim  the  eye, 
No  more  darkness  to  enshroud  us 
In  the  happy  home  on  high. 

3  Gone  will  be  the  thought  of  sinning, 

Gone  the  subtle  tempter's  snare  ; 
Satan  conquered,  Jesus  reigning, 
Holy,  blissful  resting  there. 

D,  E.  i/'  JVa&,  Sept,,  1875. 


24iQ.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  62. 

SINNEES,  will  you  hear  of  Jesus, 
Of  the  sacrifice  He  made, 
That  He  might  from  all  sin  free  us, 
And  redeem  us  from  the  grave ; 
Cho. — Yes,  yes,  we  will  hear  of  Jesus  ; 

Say,  can  our  |ruilty  sins  be  e'er  forgiven  ? 
Yes,  yes,  we  will  hear  of  Jesus; 
Say,  can  He  sei  iis  free  ? 
2  Yes,  He  has  the  power  from  heaven. 
He  can  free  you  from  your  guilt ; 
All  your  sins  can  be  forgiven, 
Since  for  you  His  blood  was  spilt. 


130         HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


3  Jesus  Christ,  He  is  the  Saviour 
That  can  rescue  you  from  sin  ; 
Heaven's  gates  to  you  He'll  open, 
And  will  bid  you  enter  in. 

E.  P.  £r.,  1866. 

247.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  71. 

0  HAPPY  day,  blest  day  of  grace ! 
When  Jesus  shows  His  smiling  face, 
And  bids  the  weary  wanderer  come, 
And  find  in  Him  sweet  rest,  at  home. 
The  cross  uplifted  draws  us  near, 
The  Spirit  whispers  words  of  cheer, 
And  waits  repenting  souls  to  bless 
In  this  glad  day,  the  day  of  grace. 

2  Then  hasten,  all  who  feel  your  need, 
From  sin's  dread  burden  to  be  freed  ; 
To  Calvary's  Victim  look  and  live. 
He  only  can  salvation  give. 

Long  have  you  pleasure  sought  in  vain, 
And  found  but  weariness  in  pain  ; 
Oh,  come,  your  sinful  steps  retrace, 
Improve  this  blessed  day  of  grace, 

3  Now  listen  to  the  gospel's  sound, 
Seek  Jesus  where  He  may  be  found, 
In  Him,  the  Father  reconciled, 
Will  own  and  bless  you  as  His  child, 
Oh,  will  you  longer  slight  His  love,  - ' 
And  grieve  away  the  Heavenly  Dove  ? 
Refuse  the  Saviour  to  embrace, 

And  perish  in  this  day  of  grace  ? 

4  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  Thy  power  display. 
And  di-aw  these  lingering  souls  to-day 
Convince  of  sin,  Thy  grace  impart 

To  cleanse  and  sanctify  the  heart. 
Many  may  hear  Thy  gracious  voice, 
And  in  Thy  pardoning  love  rejoice, 
Who  in  eternity  shall  praise 
Thee  for  this  blessed  day  of  grace. 

Miss  Campbell, 
Author  of'''-  Jesnt  of  Ifasareth  paset^h  by,'* 

248.  Tune  *' Tour  Mission.''^ 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling. 
Who  will  go  and  work. to-day  ? 
Fields  are  white,  and  harvest  waiting. 
Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         131 


Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth, 

Rich  rewards  He  offers /Vee; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying,    , 

II:  Here  am  I,  send  me/send  me.  :li 

2  If  you  cannot  cross  the  ocean, 

And  the  heathen  lands  explore, 
You  can  find  the  heathen  nearer, 

You  can  help  them  at  your  door. 
If  you  cannot  give  your  thousands, 

You  can  give  "  the  widow  s  mite ;" 
And  whate'er  you  give  for  Jesus, 

||:  Will  be  precious  in  His  sight.  :ll 

3  If  you  cannot  preach  like  angels, 

If  you  cannot  speak  like  Paul ; 
You  can  tell  the  love  of  Jesus, 

You  can  say,  "  He  died  for  all." 
If  you  cannot  rouse  the  wicked, 

By  the  judgment's  dread  alarms, 
You  can  lead  the  little  children 

II:  To  the  Saviour  s  waiting  arms,  :|I 

4  Be  not  then  "  excused  "  by  saying, 

,'  There  is  nothing  I  can  do," 
When  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you. 
In  His  name  bear  cups  of  water, 

Cast  the  mountains  in  the  sea ; 
He  has  power,  go,  humbly  tell  Him, 

II:  "  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me."  :|j 

Rev.  DanH  March,  ] 


249.  Tune  "  Bethany,^'' 

NEAREE,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ; 
E'en  thougli  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me : 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Thous^h  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down. 

Darkness  be  over  me 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 


132         SYMJS^S  OF  SONG  EVANGEL, 


3-  There  let  my  Way  appear       -^ 

Steps  uufco  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  givp« ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  Thy  praise 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Mrs,  S,  F.  Adams,  1841. 

250.  5s,  6s  &  5s.  Tune  *'  Rapture,^* 

OHOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed. 

What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus' s  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know : 

And' the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  His  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

O  that  all  His  salvation  might  see  ; 

He  hath  loved  me  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died. 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

C,  Wesley, 


HYMjSS  of  ISONG  EVAJSfGEL^         133 


I 


25 1 .  8s,  7s  &  4.  Tanct  "  Zion,'* 

CHRIST  is  coming  !  let  creation 
From  her  groans  and  travail  cease  ; 
Let  the  glorious  proclamation 
Hope  restore,  and  faith  increase  : 
Christ  is  coming ! 
Come,  Thou  blessed  Prince  of  Peace. 

2  Earth  can  noW  but 'tell  the  story 

Of  Thy  bitter  cross  and  pain  ; 
She  shall  yet  behold  Thy  glory 

When  Thou  comest  back  to  reign : 
Christ  is  coming  !    ^ 
Let  each  heart  repeat  the  strain. 

3  With  that  blessed  hope  before  us, 

Let  no  harp  remain  unstrung  ; 
Let  the  mighty  advent  chorus 

Onw^ard  roll  in  every  tongue : 
Christ  is  coming ! 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come. 


Macduff, 


252.  8s&7s.    Tun^—S.E.,paffeU. 

BLESSED  Jesus,  how  I  love  Thee, 
Thou  didst  suffer  in  my  stead  ; 
I  Avill  evermore  adore  Thee, 
'Twas  for  me  Thy  blood  was  shed. 

2  Yes,  this  tongue  that  once  was  silent 

Ne'er  shall  cease  to  tell  Thy  love ; 
Praise  shall  now  be  its  employment, 
Here  on  earth  and  up  above. 

3  O  how  changed  my  heart  is  toward  Thee  ; 

Once  I  never  loved  Thy  name  ; 
With  the  wicked  oft  I  scorned  Thee: 
At  the  thought  I  blush  with  shame. 

4  Now,  whenever  I  must  listen 

To  a  word  tow'rd  Thee  unkind, 
In  my  eyes  the  tears  will  glisten, 
And  a  cloud  come  o'er  my  mind. 

5  I  will  bring,  to  get  Thy  blessing. 

All  the  children  that  I  can  ; 
They  near  Thee  will  soon  be  pressing, 
Unless  pushed  away  by  man. 

E,  P.  H, 


134         HY3£NS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL. 


253.  Tune—S.  E.,  page  52. 

MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above 

Who  once  went  sorrowing-  here  ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingied  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  liome  my  crown  to  wear, — 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me ! 

4  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day ! 
Ye  angels  !  from  the  stars  flash  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

Mason,  dlt^ 

254.  6s  &  4s.    Tune  '^  Happy  Land,"> 

SAY,  hast  thou  found  a  Friend  1 
Is  Jesus, thine  ? 
His  love  shall  never  end — 

Is  Jesus  thine  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  may  decrease, 
All  of  human  friendship  cease  ; 
Would'st  thou  have  lasting  peace  ? 
Take  Jesus  thine. 

2  Think  what  He  did  for  thee, — 

Is  Jesus  thine  ? 
He  bled  upon  the  tree — 

Is  Jesus  thine  ? 
See  the  sun  in  darkness  hide 
When  for  you  tlie  Saviour  died  ; 
For  you  was  crucitied  ; 

Take  Jesus  thine. 

3  He  is  a  Friend  indeed, — 

Is  Jesus  thine? 
He'll  be  the  Friend  you  need, — 

Is  Jesus  thine  'I 
He's  knocking,  let  Him  in  ! 
There's  no  other  Friend  like  Him ; 
He'll  cleanse  your  soul  from  sin  ; 

Take  Jesus  thine. 

1 


HYMNS  OF  SONG  EVANGEL.         I35 


255,  8s,  7s  &  4.   Tune  •*  Zion.'* 

FINISHED,  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished  all  that  God  had  promised  ; 
Death  and  Hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Saints  from  hence  their  comfort  draw. 

2  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  : 
Strike  them  to  Immanuel's  name  : 
All  on  eartii,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  the  triumph  to  proclaim  : 

"  It  finished !" 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

Jon.  Evans,  1787. 


256,  8s,  7s  &  4.   Doxology. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

W,  ShirUy,  1774. 


INDEX. 

•-♦-•- 

Hymn. 

Above  the  waves  of  earthly  strife. ...  47 

Accepted  in  Christ,  who  has  stood  in  our  place 164 

Alas  1   and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 38 

A  little  child,  I  pray lU 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 186 

AH  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt 214 

Almost  persuaded  now  to  believe 21 

Although  a  child,  I've  often  sought 125 

Amazing  grace!   how  sweet  the  sound 156 

Am  I  a  lover  of  the  Lord 397 

Arise,  my  soul :  arise 146 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 105 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 22 

Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine 182 

Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus 46 

Blessed  Jesus,  how  I  love  Thee 252 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love ,  172 

Blest  hour,  when  God  Himself  draws  nigh  202 

Blest  Jesus!  when  my  soaring  thoughts 129 

Breaking  through  the  clouds  that  gather 55 

By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 138 

Calmer  of  my  troubled  soul 237 

Cast  the  net  again,  my  brother 74 

Children,  listen  to  the  Lord • 236 

Christian,  go  and  tell  to  Jesus 89 

Christ  is  coming  !   let  creation. 251 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 192 

Come,  come  to  Jesus 161 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  Thy  sheep 210 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire 158 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful*songs 36 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart 218 

Come,  my  soul.  Thy  suit  prepare 233 

Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God 59 

Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 44 

Come  to  Jesus,  all  ye  weary 244 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now 140 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 66 

Convinced  of  sin,  men  now  begin 219 

Dear  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole 100 
Dear  Jesus,  I  to  Thee  would  come 166 

Dear  Jesus,  now  I  trust  I'm  Thine 165 

Dear  Jesus,  we  would  look  to  Thee .      5 

Dear  Saviour,  now  to  Thee  I  turn 2(J6 

Dear  Saviour,  open  wide  the  gate 124 


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INDEX.  137 

Hymn. 

Father,  the  storm  is  high 51 
Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 255 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 110 

od  is  gone  up  on  high 34:8 

Go  leave  thy  heart  with  Jesus 32 

Hail  1  sovereign  love  that  first  began 120 
Har]^ !  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds 217 

Hark !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling 248 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 234 

Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent 190 

Heavenly  Father,  bless  me  now 85 

He  leadeth  me,  O  blessed  thought 9 

Here  it  was,  the  Lord  of  glory 16 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 231 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 211 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 209 

How  sweet  the  name  of  J«sus  sounds 70 

I  am  coming,  I  am  coming .^ 142 
I  am  coming  to  the  Cross .' 41 

I'm  far  frae  my  hame 195 

I'm  thinking  of  my  sins , 76 

I  can  sing  with  all  my  heart 82 

1  feel  like  singing  all  the  time 180 

I*  ve  cast  my  deadly  doing  down 91 

I  have  entered  the  valley  ol  blessing 31 

I  have  found  a  precious  Saviour. 45 

I  have  heard  of  a  place  over  there 7 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say 115 

I  hear  the  words  of  love, 28 

I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul 107 

I  love  the  Lord  my  God,  because 181 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord. 26 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 53 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 208 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 50 

In  Pilate's   house  behold 152 

In  some  way  or  other,  the  Lord  will  provide 141 

In  the  Rifted  Rock  I'm  resting G3 

In  the  house  of  God,  this  hour 174 

In  Thy  Cross  is  all  my  plea 43 

In  Thy  great  name,  O  Lord 95 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God 184 

I  stand  approved  before  the  throne 215 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old 11 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 10^ 

}esus,  accept  the  praise 150 

Jesus,  assembled  in  Thy  name , 201 

Jesus  died  on  Calvary's  mountain 99 

Jesus  died  upon  the  tree 73 

Jesus,  from  His  throne  on  high 79 

Jesus,  I  am  happy  now. . . . .- 24.0 

Jetjus,  I  am  near  to  Thee .- 57 


138  INDEX. 

Hymn' 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 157 

Jesus  invites  His  saints. 223 

Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high 235 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  tlie  cross 66 

Jesus  loved  me  wlien  He  died 80 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 189 

Jesus  loves  me !  this  I  know 78 

Jesus^  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 117 

Jesus  on  the  Cross  I  saw 145 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me , 22 

Jesus,  transporting  name 149 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 25 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 222 

eep  thou  my  way,  O  Lord 185 


K 


T  and  ahead !  its  fruits  are  waving 33 

J  J  Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Sou 220  • 

Let  party  names  no  jnore 225 

Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light. 123 

Long  my  spirit  pined  in  sorrow 37 

Looking  only  to  Jesus,  the  crucified  One 131 

Look,  look  to  Jesus 3 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 179 

Lo !  the  loving  Jesus  standeth ; 151 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 256 

Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost *  228 

Lord,  grant  that  we  by  faith  may  see 122 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 143 

Lord  teach  a  little  child  to  pray 106 

Lord,  to  Thee  my  heart  ascending. 144 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured 171 

May  a  little  child  like  me 83 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 17 

More  Love  to  Thee,  0  Christ 88 

Mourner,  wheresoe'er  thou  art.   . ,   54 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 253 

My  God,  I  am  Thine !  what  a  comfort  divine '. 162 

My  God,  1  have  found 159 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 127 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 134 

My  Jesus,  Hove  Thee 183 

My  Jesus  I  would  ne'er  forget 69 

My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song 68 

My  Saviour  loves  me,  this  I  know 196 

My  sins  appear  in  dark  ana ^- 72 

My  soul  complete  in  Jesua  .suuids 52 

earer,  my  God,  to  Thee 240 

No  one  knows  but  Jesus 34 

Nothing,  either  great  or  small 90 

Nothing  but  leaves,  the  spirit  grieves 61 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time 27 

Now  the  book  I  love  to  read 86 

Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 136 


F 


m    ■  ' 

INDEX.  IS  9 
Hymn. 

0  blessed  feet  of  Jesus 3  3 

O,  bliss  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free 97 

O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore 4 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 188 

O  for  the  happy  hour 155 

O  happy  day,  blest  day  of  grace 247 

Oh  God,  we  need  Thy  mighty  poAver 177 

Oh !  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 63 

O  how  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey 250 

Oh  Lord,  have  mercy  on  my  soul 199 

O  Lord,  how  can  I  (jpme  to  Thee . , 123 

Oh  Lord,  we  come  at  Thy  command 212 

Oh,  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave 2 

Oh,  wondrous,  deep,  unbounded  love 1()8 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 12 

O  Lord,  Thy  work  revive 154 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God 93 

Open  my  eyes,  O  Lord,  to  see 71 

O  precious  Blood,  O  Glorious  death 6 

O  sing  of  his  Mighty  Love 97 

0  Thou,  in  whose  presence,  my  soul 10 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour 104 

People  of  the  living  God 230 

Pilgrims  we  are  to  Canaan  bound ,     194 

Praise  God,  from,  whom  all  blessings  flow 205 

Praise  the  Lord,  Ete's  pardoned  me 14 

Pra^^er  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 176 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray • 221 

Precious  Jesus,  He  is  mine 81 

"n  edeeming  work  is  done ^16 

It  Return,  O  wanderer,  return L.7 

Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord 153 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 169 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus 62 

Saviour,  at  Thy  feet  we  bow 232 

Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us 1 

Saviour  of  the  sin-sick  soul 42 

Saviour  !  that  word  has  sounded  long 198 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 137 

Say,  Christians,  will  you  meet  us  ? 35 

Say,  hast  thou  found  a  Friend  ? 254 

See,  Lord,  before  thine  altar  bowed 289 

Shall  we  dwell  with  Christ  forever 245 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 87 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted , 241 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 238 

Sinners,  will  you  hear  of  Jesus 246 

Sound  the  Battle  Cry 75 

Stretched  on  the  Cross,  the  Saviour  dies 204 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 102 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 29 

''Pake  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you 49 

1  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  weak  we 175 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story O 


140  INDEX. 

Hymn. 

The  Cross,  the  Cross,  the  blood  stained  cross 130 

Tlie  day  is  drawiug  nigh 224 

The  Holy  Ghost  is  here 226 

The  Judgment  day  is  coming 173 

The  Lord  into  His  garden  comes 133 

The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many 19 

There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high 118 

There's  a  home  for  the  blest  on 84 

There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  Crucified  One 98 

There  were  ninety  and  nine 64 

The  Saviour  died,  but  still  He  lives 193 

The  "  Second  time  "  He  shall  appear. . .  .* 126 

The  Son  of  God  o'er  sinners  weeps 108 

The  world  is  overcome  by  the  blood 48 

Thine,  Lord,  forever 113 

Think  how  the  holy  Saviour  bled 1G7 

Thou  hast  taught  us,  dear  Jesus 132 

Thou  Hidden  Love  of  God 24 

Thou  Spirit  of  all  grace 191 

To  Calvary,  Lord,  in  Spirit  now 94 

To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice 121 

To-day  the  Saviour  Calls 18 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son Ill 

Triumphant  news!  tight  on 227 

Waiting  is  the  golden  harvest. 139 
We  all  must  speak  for  Jesus 242 

"We  are  ou  oup  journey  home •  178 

Weeping  will  mot  save  me .  ."■ 20 

We'  ve  listed  in  a  holy  war 40 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 67 

We  praise  Thee,  O  God 160 

We  praise  Thy  great  love,  our  Father  and  God 163 

We  «haU  Meel  beyond  the  river    65 

Wiiat  can  I  do  for  Thee,  my  Lord 96 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 187 

What  means  this  eager,  anxious  throng?., 101 

What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ? 8 

When  first  o'erwhelmed  with  sin 135 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 30 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 200 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 170 

When  Thou,  my  Righteous  Judge 77 

Wiiere  are  the  dead  ?  in  heaven  or  hell 203 

While  Shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night 213 

Who,  who^are  these,  beside  the  chilly  wave . .  103 

Why  do  I  halt  in  such  a  cause 216 

Why  weepest  Thou? 39 

Wilt  Thou  help  me,  dearest  Jesus 243 

Within  the  Kedrou's  rocky  dell 119 

Work !  for  the  Master  calleth  us 92 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 112 

Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb 15 

e  angels  round  the  throne 229 

Ye  saints  !  your  music  bring 147 

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